Rita and I meet about once every six months not just because we want to but because I think we have to. God tells us when it’s time. She knows my stuff, I know hers and we genuinely want what God wants for each other’s lives. She is not afraid to speak the truth and I need that. She is not afraid of what the Holy Spirit is doing in her life and the world needs that. God uses her to feed my soul – deeply.
As we stopped for gas, I asked God for His help during the next four hours. “OK Lord, I need Your help. Will You please keep me awake and get us home safely because I’m really tired and four hours is a long time, especially in the dark. Thank you Jesus and I love You!”
I have a life statement and here it is…
“Everything is always about relationship.”
I heard an analogy once that made a lot of sense. It came from a former military pilot turned chaplain.
There’s a smell to it that’s hard to describe: abject poverty. It’s not a putrid or unbearable smell as one might imagine. It’s not the kind of smell that hits your nostrils and makes you immediately resort to gasping for fresh air or clasping your hands over your face in an attempt to avoid inhaling at all.