Thank goodness the weekend is over! Kristina had to perform five shows in one weekend! Phew, she is worn out (a little grumpy too)! The play was amazing, funny, a tear jerker and just had a little bit of everything that anyone would want in a performance. Shane and I went to the Friday night show and just because it was so good, I went again on Sunday.
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So, Friday afternoon at work I was running through my mind everything that needed to be done in order to make it to Kristina's 7:00 curtain. Work was crazy and I was worried I wasn't going to make it out of the office on time, traffic was a nightmare and everything just seemed like a blur. I dug through my purse, got my cell phone and called the house.
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"Hello?" Gabe answered.
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"Get your clothes changed, teeth and hair brushed and go on and get ready" I instructed. With Gabe, you have like a ten second span there from the moment he picks up the phone to the moment he is no longer listening to you. I cannot chit-chat with him immediately I must and I repeat I MUST give instructions first. The first sentence of a phone conversation with Gabe is really all he hears anyway. After that you get "Uh-huh" or "Okay" or my favorite "I understand." When Gabe says "I understand" he is not listening to you in the slightest bit. If you ask him to repeat what you just said he will quickly reply "I don't need to repeat it because I understand!" Oh, that boy is a mess I tell you!
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So, anyway, he intrupts me and says "Ugh, why do I have to do all that?"
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"Kristina's play opens tonight and we have to go get something to eat before we head to the auditorium." I probably said it gruffly because he replied back with "Okay, okay, okay!"
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"Now, you better be ready when I pull into that driveway" I continued.
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"Umm, Momma, I'm not really into the theater arts so I think I'll just stay home!" He said.
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Not into the theater arts?!?!?!? He's 12!! He don't know what the theater arts even is! I sat there for a second, let his words sink way down deep into my head and I burst out laughing. He sat there snickering and he finished, "Please, Momma, don't make me go!" I ended up allowing him to stay home because you know, he's not into the theater arts anyway! (heehee)
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As I sat at my kitchen table this morning to read my Bible I flipped open my Sunday School book and noticed that my scripture for the day was from Luke 2:8-12. This week's lesson will be about the Christmas story! Oh, I was so excited! I love that story! I bowed my head and hastily said a prayer for God to give me a word that I can use today. I glanced over to my Bible and I read "Prove by the way you live that you have really turned from your sins and turned to God." I sat there for a second and re-read the beginning of the verse. This isn't the Christmas story I thought to myself. I glanced over to my Sunday School lesson and read the scripture printed on the page and it was most definitely Luke 2:8-12 which is part of the Christmas story. Back over to my Bible I went and suddenly I realized that I had read Luke 3:8. I sat amazed at my wonderful God! The word I needed to receive today had nothing to do with the Christmas story but it had everything to do with encouragement.
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I get worn down and discouraged sometimes because I have people who are very close to my life that are not Christians and I see them struggling and hurting and I know the answer. I know the key to their problems, their heartaches and I know that my God is just waiting on them. But, they do not want to listen. When I try to witness or encourage them with scripture they get so frustrated and it is like they just shut me off and don't listen. I learned today that I can be a witness to them simply by my actions and showing them that I have turned from that life and turned to God. God has renewed me and made me new. He has not only healed me but healed my broken family and he is the answer! But, for those people who think God is "not their thing" just prove to them by the way you live that God is your thing and he most definitely can be their thing.
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