God, you are too funny!

Recently, my husband and I were led by God to became members of the Gideons. Why? I have no idea.
The Gideons are actually a professional Men's group; the women are Auxiliary members.
It's very traditional; The women  even sit at another table to talk amongst ourselves and we have women's duties like putting Bibles in Doctors offices.
 The group is, how do I put this.... very mature. A dear sweet lady today whispered,
 "We are dying off and need people to replace us!"
They are very excited to have "young people" like us be accepted into the group.
 My application wasn't approved as fast as my husbands was and he teased that I might not pass the background check  Haha honey, very funny.
So at 7am on a Saturday morning I'm at CoCo's with the most precious group of, er how do I say this?-very old people, wondering "Really God?  I mean, don't you know how busy I am? The writer's conference is three months away!"
I got excused to go sit with the women at our "own table" to pray. I felt very self conscious and wished I had chosen a shirt that wasn't so low cut and maybe some different shoes.
 There was only one other lady for most of the breakfast and we began to talk just the two of us.
I wondered.....what on Earth could we have in common? She asked me about my book and I tried to enunciate my words and speak loudly as I told her about 'Saving Savannah'.
I told her that for every book sold, I would ask if they would like to purchase an additional copy to be sent to a women's prison so that girls could come to know Christ through my books.
Instead of fainting, her face lit up and she shared about going into the jails to preach to women.
Come to find out she had been the Chaplain at Los Colinas for over ten years! They even gave her her own key! She began to explain the layout of the dorms at Los Colinas, the main women's detention center located in Santee.
I was nodding my head like I knew, and she paused and said "have you been there?"
I simply answered ''Yes".
 I never said in what context, and it doesn't really matter.
 What matters is that God is the ultimate networker.  When He say "My ways are not your ways''   he means it. When He asks me to do something, I take a tip from young Samuel in the Bible. All I have to say is "Yes Lord".

The Baby Bird

The Baby Bird

We live in the country and are fortunate enough to be surrounded by many critters.
Some days we feel more fortunate than others. Two weeks ago we got to climb up on a  stool and watch five baby birds hatch and subsequently learn to fly out of their nest.
I knew enough not to touch them, no matter how tempted I was to help the Mother Bird feed them.
I considered laying soft yarn out so she could build a fluffier nest for her babies.
 I suppose in all my desire to help, I realize that Gods got this. He has got their lives laid out just like He has mine sorted out. Just like He knew my path before I was ever born.
He adores His creatures great and small and has provided for them like I never could.
As adorable as they all can be at times, there are times when less would definitely be more.
Sometimes, like when the squirrels devour our vegetable garden like Pac-man it's frustrating.
When the mice and squirrels built a nest in my truck engine and cost a small fortune
I was livid, but knew they were just trying to get out of the rain. Argh!
Yesterday, I threw a tennis ball for a last chance at catch with our Labrador retriever as I was
walking out the door for work. He jumped high in the air and one of his front paws landed
wrong in a hole, courtesy of the local gopher population. He whimpered and it broke my heart
to see him hurting.  I felt better after I gave him some cheese and got him into the garage so he could rest.
Today, I came home from work and saw a tiny baby birdie trapped in a glue trap. My heart ripped open.
I ran into the house crying and started grabbing anything I could to assist me in helping this poor suffering bird. I sat on the hot concrete crying and begging God to give me the wisdom to know what to do for His bird.
I did everything I could to save him and sent up gut wrenching pleas for mercy to our Lord. I got him un-stuck and tried to soak his fragile wings free of glue. I felt so helpless. I felt guilty for making the mistake of having those dumb traps in the first place. As much as I wanted the mice out of my books and crafts, the method seemed down right cruel in hindsight.
The lesson I received courtesy of the Holy Spirit is that just as God cares for each little creature as He says in scripture how much more does He care for us?
For a moment I caught a glimpse of God sitting in the driveway doing everything He could to help me not to suffer. I saw Him surrounded by tools that may have helped fix my brokenness. I saw Him weep and I saw Him cry out unashamed begging for mercy for me. Tears stream down my cheeks as I relish in the love My Father in Heaven has for me today and I heave a heavy sigh for the baby bird that I did everything I could to save.

Wildflower

At the end of Spring despite the torrential wind, rain and the trampling of many feet;
 sometimes It's the wildflower that blooms the prettiest.

A Seed Was Planted

The GOD breathed concept of the Saving Savannah Series was birthed to provide young women everywhere the opportunity to experience the redemption of Christ Jesus. Our character Savannah will showcase very real struggles of addiction, human trafficking, imprisonment and the demoralizing behavior that girls without hope can face. You will also be privy to the behind the scene prayers of Savannah's Grandmother, who planted that first seed and never stopped believing it would someday bloom.

Saving Savannah Launch

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