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11:01pm last night…loud crash…it sounded like our glass storm door was being broken in to a million pieces.
11:01 and 2 seconds…Chris and I–who are downstairs still awake due to our upcoming garage sale (which as a side note–is a ton of work) JUMP to our feet and begin “mobilizing” around the house. Certain that someone is trying to break in our home I go in to a crazy strong girl mode and tell Chris to check the garage door at which point he shares that he is convinced someone has tried to break in but hit (hilariously) a bunch of toys. I express that I was not so certain, since our garage is always immaculate (feel free to snicker), because every light in the house was on downstairs…the person would have to be drunk to be that bold. (Since stranger things have happened we continue the search.) Instead I go running out of the front door only to find 4 neighborhood men gathered together around a very distraught teenager. Coincidence…none.
11:05 Thankful for awesome neighbors armed with flashlights I realize there is no need for a neighborhood watch I felt safer just walking toward the scene.
11:08 We find out that this teen had fallen asleep at the wheel and had careened in to the front yard of our neighbor…the kid was now picking up branches from the “yard work” he did.
11:10 We realize that the homeowner is not outside (was he searching his basement for an intruder? No one could have slept through that train wreck!)
11:12 Someone then calls the police at which point the high school kid moves to the middle of the street kneels down and begins to cry.
11:15 Our neighbor emerges shocked and politely upset.
11:17 The kid was offered the phone, he calls his dad who he assures everything is okay and instructs him not to come. (They live in the neighborhood.)
11:20 The homeowner realizes that his bushes are not the only damage. A 25 mile an hour street sign was taken out, then his azaleas, then his mailbox, THEN his bushes. Our neighbor kindly explains that when the police comes he will insist on a breathalyzer.
11:20..5 seconds Instantly more wailing from the 18 year old who I will call Kevin. An 18 year old sobbing is a very painful sight. I go over and try to comfort him. Then I motion Chris over for a more masculine response. I guess at that point (drunk or not) you really need a mom and a dad. Where was Kevin’s dad?
11:25 Neighbors begin to assess what happened…Kevin fell asleep at the wheel. His car (going how fast?) crossed across the left side of the road, hit the curb, nailed the speed limit sign, azelas, and mailbox while avoiding by MAYBE a few feet their daughters’ car parked on the side of the street. (Pause here–seriously it could have been inches.) He continued through the front yard, nailed the bushes that were hiding our neighbors’ electrical box. Kevin managed to get down the street several hundred feet with only a few dents–no major damage. No glass broken, no air bag deployed…and walked away without a scratch.
11:26 Quickly connecting the dots…I realize the kid is a walking miracle. He could have hit the car head on and…um…died. He could have hit the electrical box and um…blown up the neighborhood. (Drama is okay after 11pm…I am so tired!)
11:30ish The police arrive and speak to Kevin and then go over to speak to the neighbors.
11:40 Kevin now near his car begins wailing again. Oh what a sad sound. Chris and I go over. I put my arm around him and Chris marvels at the fact that his car practically come out on scathed. He mentions that during the day AWAKE he could not have navigated the terrain that Kevin navigated–asleep. (I pause a moment to thank God for Chris.) We explain how brave Kevin was to stick around and not run since–most high school kids that we used to know would have run. (Sorry if you were a high school kid we used to know.) I told Kevin that he was a miracle. He sobbed and said his dad was going to be really ticked. (Where was his dad again?) He said he was 18 and he told his father that he would take care of “business.” Noble. But seriously–where was his dad? Because Chris was there, Kevin would go in and out of fits of crying and laughter talking about where he was going to school in the fall, soccer, and where he worked…I mentioned he needed to ask for a raise. (Okay–maybe I am a little funny.) He seemed a little calmer when the police approached.
Midnight-ish…One of the coolest officers I have ever met kindly approaches Kevin and asks him if he is okay. He clarifies some of the details of what happened and then asks him to stand up. He conducts a sobriety test–and Kevin passes. (Yet another miracle of the evening since Kevin had recently gotten a speeding ticket and this kind of thing would have compounded on that offense.)
12:25 Kevin receives his paper work without a ticket and is very very relieved and begins shaking hands and thanking everyone profusely like a newly elected public official. I insist on a hug. (Not sure if I am normally a “hugger” to an random teenage boy while in my pjs–but it felt appropriate.)
12:30 The officers and neighbors are back assessing the scene. The words VERY LUCKY are being tossed around. I keep mentioning…”miracle.”
12:47 We are back in the house discussing the events of the evening when Chris asks, “is it really cool or really weird that I was out there without a shirt and in my jeans?” I quickly answer… “I thought it was super hot…and a little redneck.”
5:20am After sleeping 4 hours I wake up with a strong pull to find my laptop and record the story.
5:32am I finally get up after several futile attempts to go back to sleep and several heated arguments in my head about blogging later. I just couldn’t shake that inner something that nudges me to write. It is a little like field of dreams…only less baseball and other really cool stuff. (Only 4 hours of sleep…stay with me.)
Reflections from last night:
Life is super short.
There are no coincidences. There is no such thing as luck.
Dads should come to the scene of an accident.
Kids should not be out past 10 on a school night.
Neighbors should be as cool as ours.
If one sees it necessary to participate in stunt driving tricks through our neighbors yard please keep this activity between the hours of 9am and 9pm eastern standard time.
Jesus actually DOES take the wheel. (Thank you Carrie.) If you doubt this you should see my neighbors yard.
I love doing “ministry” with my husband.
I don’t deserve the “coincidences” that God drops in our laps…or in this case–in our neighbors’ front yard.
I am soooo tired. Need coffee.
May You Be a Blessing and May you Be Blessed–
Jenni
When my mom gave me a pedicure for Christmas she had no idea that her gift would give me little shimmering soft green pigs. Yesterday’s pedicure propelled me in to a wonderful mental place ready for a sweet weekend of solitude and sinking those shimmering toes in the sand.
Years ago on Young Life Staff it was strongly urged that we take a day or weekend of solitude every 6 months. It was encouraged so that we could mentally slow down, quiet ourselves, and get some quality time with God. It was a regular part of our lives and Chris and I used to count down the days until we could go away even just for a few hours. We would come back refreshed and ready for the rampant pace that we kept.
After going off staff and having children my solitude days were much more infrequent. Understandably, quiet moments were almost obsolete for the first few years with toddlers. Over the past year or two I have longed to go back and get some quiet time alone with God. With no agenda…just stillness and quiet. A listening ear, somewhere in nature, a Bible, pen and journal.
A friend offered her beach house for the weekend and I jumped at the chance to go. Another friend let me borrow her juicer and so with several gallons of green juice in my system (maybe not gallons) I am feeling quite refreshed and ready for God’s goodness.
When someone first suggested solitude to me, I thought it was an utter waste of time. First of all–what if you carved out the time and God didn’t show up? What if you tried to slow down but were completely distracted the whole time? What would I do without a phone, email, or TV for that long? What was really the purpose? Wasn’t it sorta selfish to just go be by yourself and read and pray? What about feeding the poor–wouldn’t my time better be spent in service?
There were many answers–but of course the first was that God modeled rest. Doubtful he needed rest on the 7th day of creation–but he modeled it. Jesus consistently took time to get away from the crowds and disciples to be alone and pray. But honestly for me I have found that…
I forget. I forget that God loves me. I forget that He wants to spend time with me. I forget that He wants me to daily put my trust in Him.
Listening is not my strong suit. “Be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.” (James 1:19) I am so quick to speak and become angry and listening slows me down. In solitude there is no one to talk to. The waves are crashing and I am listening. When I stop talking…eventually I am better able to listen.
Busyness is the enemy of intimacy. If I long to grow in my relationship with God I must slow down long enough in an attempt to better get to know Him.
Weekends like this remind me that I need to be way more intentional about my daily quiet times. I need to be quicker to ask forgiveness. I need to be more faithful to pray for others and specifically to surrender my entire day to Him. Sometimes my time is half hearted or not thoughtful…it is mundane. In times of solitude I am aware of my desperate daily need for Him and it awakens my soul.
May You Be a Blessing and May You Find Solitude for Your Soul.
JC
Here is a list that many have requested and that I thought would be helpful as you shop this week! Any meal or mini snack should pair a lean protein and complex carbohydrate. There is great science as to the whys of this…I have included a site* that explains for those who want a “why”. But as you think through your snacks and prepare meals this week PLEASE think lean protein and complex carb. This will be lists that can be used for both the clean and E2 challenges…
A re-post as POWER starts up another nutritional challenge…
Why is FOOD so doggone personal? Why does the hair on the back of our necks raise when we are confronted with something different than our own diets or preferences?
Peace, Love, Clean Food and Burpees,
Jenni
Kylee’s first “show” was a Baby Einstein video that we turned on while we frantically packed the car to travel out of town. It was pure bliss. The results? One very quiet, content, happy baby for 20 minutes while we rushed around and piled things in the car. That moment changed our lives.
Preschool must have been a good time for me. Although I wasn’t a whiz in school, I am certain in preschool I learned one of my greatest gifts…to share. I LOVE to share a good deal, a good recipe, a good book, a good verse, a good workout, and the list goes on and on. I realized recently my blog is just another attempt for me to share some of my “favorite things”. Most days I don’t know why I blog. It is therapy for me to write. But more than anything I actually think I have a deep deep desire to share.
This is an excerpt from a devotion that I am reading…man, I can relate. Thought it was share worthy!
Dear Jesus,
I desperately need to learn how to live in the present moment. My mind so easily slips into the future, where worries abound. I also spend way too much time analyzing things in the past. Meanwhile, splendors of the present moment parade before me, and I’m too preoccupied to notice. Part of the problem is my tendency to strive for self-sufficiency. Help me to learn to rest in Your sufficiency, depending on You more and more.
Beloved,
You need My grace in order to live in the present. Grace is all about My provision for you, and accepting that goes against the grain of natural tendencies. Do you really believe My grace is sufficient for you? If so, then it makes sense to stop your anxious striving.
My grace is sufficient for every situation you will ever encounter. However, you must learn to receive My provisions by looking to Me continually.
Each day you face a number of situations requiring My help. Moment by moment, I proffer to you the needed assistance. Your part is to recognize your neediness and receive what I offer. My Presence is always with you, providing everything you need. Don’t worry about tomorrow’s needs. My sufficiency is for one day at a time–today!
My grace is sufficient for you, but its sufficiency is for one day at the time.
Sarah Young (Dear Jesus)
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9
“And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 4:19
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:34
May You Be a Blessing and May you Be Blessed~
Jenni