Dig your heels in!

There's a topic that's stirring in my heart today, and thinking about it now, it actually has been simmering in my heart all week. It's in regards to digging our heels in...let me explain.

Have you ever been to the beach and played in the waves? As you stand there, the wave comes rushing over you and as it makes it's way back to the ocean, if you dig your heels in, it almost feels as if you are moving, even though are completely still.

We just got back from a week at the beach, what a great time we had! Kate amazed even her own self with how well she did on a body board and Lily, well... Our first day at the beach was late in the afternoon and she was tired. As we were leaving she began to melt down over the sand that was all over her. She declared "I love the beach, I just hate the sand!" Ooookkkk.

Thankfully day 2 was much more enjoyable for her though, as we all played in the waves together. I held her hand as the waves crashed over us and she would yell, "Lily's in the lead" if a wave didn't cause her to fall. She would taunt each wave as it formed, warning it that 'you mr. wave are clearly no match for Lily.' Until she would see a huge wave begin to form, she would change her confession to "Lily might not be in the lead, dun, dun, dunnnnn!"

If the "hinormous" wave made her fall, she would tell the world that Lily was currently in 2nd place, then she would get back up and prepare to take back her role in the lead as she stood the test of waver after wave, digging her heels in. This continued over and over and over. She would be in the lead, get knocked down, get back up and declare yet again her lead position. She just kept getting back up...

There was no option of retreat for Lily. In fact, she would still be there playing the same exact game if her perfect world existed! Quitting was not on the table, no matter how much water she ingested from being knocked down. The size of the wave was no mach for her tenacious spirit. Retreat? Heck no. She took back the lead every.single.time.

So why don't we? We might find ourselves in a situation that has stripped us of our lead position so to speak - we are caught in a place of seemingly unanswered prayers - in the midst of a black night - left with more questions than answers - abandoned - alone - scared - frustrated - angry - confused - afraid.

I feel this so strongly in my spirit today for anyone needing to hear this, DIG YOUR HEELS IN. Dig your heels in and DO NOT WAIVER. It does not matter the size of the wave, it does not matter if it knocks you down momentarily, it does not matter if the answer does not develop in the way you expected it to, DIG YOUR BLASTED HEELS IN and do not move. God knows you. He knows your name. He knows the things that are against you but He also knows what is for you, and what is FOR you is far greater than what is against you.

So in whatever season you find yourself today, dig your heels in and take back your lead position. Our circumstances don't have to change to be in the lead, but our attitude sure does. We dig in to God's Word, reading it with a ferociousness about it, we can't get enough of it. We dig in through prayer, laying our requests to God and thanking Him for the outcome, however He see's fit to bring it. We dig in with thanksgiving, rejoicing over all that God has done in the past. We dig in through obedience, obeying God's Word and His commands. We dig in through consistency, not being moved by what surrounds us but sticking to what we know to do.

As the waves begin to move back to where they came, dig those heels in, you'll feel like your moving, but you won't be. You'll be completely still. Complete in the God that knows you. Complete in the fact that if He is for you, than nobody can be against you. Complete in the knowledge that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion. Complete in Him, regardless of the waves.

Get back in the lead...nobody can take that position from you unless you let them.

I'm wearing a bikini

I'm 37 years old. I have not wore a bikini since I was probably 4, when, in all honesty, is clearly the only acceptable age to wear a bikini and the only, I will say again in caps for effectiveness, the ONLY time it's cute to see butt cheeks hanging out of a swimsuit. Speaking of butt cheeks, I was shopping for underwear the other day, (something I've not done in years, again and in caps, YEARS I say) and there are panties called "Cheekers." Ok, for one, the percentage of women that can pull off wearing cheekers is slim to none, seriously. Long gone is the firm butt... Secondly, how uncomfortable?

Wow, this post is going nowhere fast.

I've struggled with weight since I was a teenager. It's not been a regular sort of struggle, if you will. You know, the kind of struggle that most people have when it comes to diet and exercise and the war of wills and yada, yada. My struggle goes deep. If you know my story, you know that having grown up in an abusive home, a root of shame became my normal early on. So food was, well, it was my comfort. And over the years, shame kept me hating the extra weight and loving it at the same time...weight was my defense mechanism, it was my protection.

In recent years, I've begun to gain some victory in this area, with the help and leading of the Lord. I've got a long way to go in the re-training of my mind, my body and my habits but I'm happy with the progress so far. I've begun to focus on the things that my body can do now, things that it could not do before. Yes, I'd be lying if I didn't say I wanted to look better too...but it makes me feel so proud of myself to see the strength that's growing.

I realize this is a topic to tread carefully because I know the pain it is to be overweight...and I know the pain it is to hear people talk about losing weight and their success story and the annoyance that can go along with hearing it! Trust me, we've all seen the pictures people post about their awesomeness and we've all rolled our eyes a time or two. Or twenty.

So I'm not sharing a typical success story; I'm not going to post a picture that I bribed Kate to take of me working out and pretend I didn't know how it got there. I'm still marching this long, long road...

Success in this area has to be different for me. Because my struggle has gone so deep, I can't be a Weight Watchers victory, losing the weight and voila, success. It has to go deeper. Today, I got a glimpse of what success is to me.

My girls have obviously watched my journey: Kate, being the oldest has seen more of the change in me physically but diet and exercise is something we talk about often in our home. We try to talk about the benefits of healthy eating and how it fuels our bodies; I never want to link food to the way we look, at least when it comes to talking with my girls. We may, or may not have ate gelato for lunch but never mind that... I have tried so hard to keep their self-esteem high, not swayed by the standards the world sets.

I've been doing kickboxing for nearly 2 years now and it's the thing that's really helped me; I have accountability with my instructor who has become a good friend so it keeps me looking forward to going and I stick to it. The girls have come with me on occasion and so they see how hard I have worked.

Well, I've been trying on bathing suits ALL WEEK long. I'm partial to CAPS today. But seriously, ALL WEEK long. I loathe trying on suits, LOATHE it. But we are going to the beach soon and it had to be done. The girls have been going with me and at first they found great sport in watching me try on suits. Poor kids, things are jigglin' that should not be jigglin' and I fear the pictures that are forever etched in their memories of mom trying to squeeze into a piece of lycra.

Then they started doing the "Kate and Lily Surprise," which consisted of them picking out a suit for me to try on and sneaking it in the dressing room. Well, they chose a bikini.

Ok, remember, 4 years old, that's the only acceptable age for a bikini. But to humor them, I tried it on. I told Kate it was comfortable but no way would I wear it! For one, I'm many years away from age 4 y'all. And quite honestly, I'm extremely modest. My girls know that as well, we talk about it often, modesty ranks very high on my list of priorities and to me, showing my stomach (even if it was "showable") is not modest.

Kate went on and on, harassing me continuously in Target over the bikini. "Mom, you have worked so hard, you earned this!" All through the store...on and on. I was enjoying the encouragement they were both giving me and it's the first time I've really heard them share their thoughts on the matter. I didn't realize they noticed, but they did.

Well we left Target, without a bikini. But today, found ourselves back at Target looking yet AGAIN for a suit. ALL WEEK long y'all.

They snuck in more bikini's to wich I said no to again and again. And then on our way out, I saw a bikini top on clearance and thought what the heck, for $5.98 I can make Kate's day. So I got it.

I got home and tried it on for the girls...you guys, they were so proud of me. They were so happy that I got it and were over the moon with excitement of how good it looked on me.

Ok, let me say this, it does NOT look good. Not by any stretch of the imagination. My stomach is loose and full of stretch marks. My butt and my thighs are full of cellulite and all manner of crazy. But to my girls, my sweet precious girls that are being raised in a society where unless you are air-brushed you are of no beauty, to them, I look beautiful.

Should I wear this bikini? No. No I should not. It goes against everything I stand for; all the way from caring what people think to my modesty, just all sorts of wrongness about it.

But you know what supersedes all those things? My babies.

As I've strived to keep them from struggling with the horrific sense of shame that I have struggled with, as I've done all that I know how to do to protect their sense of beauty, strength and dignity, I could crush that in a second if I told them "mommy just does not see what you girls see."

So yes, I will wear the $5.68 bikini top and call it good. I will not care what anyone thinks of this old gal wearing it; I will look at my stretch marks and remember why I have them in the first place. God gave me two special kids who, in spite of ALL my mothering failures, showed me today that they see beauty, strength and dignity in their mom. And to me, that's all the success I could ever hope for.

Salvation n stuff

My kids are quite the comedy show these days; Kate is nearly 10 and Lily just turned 6, so to see life through their lens is always a treat. Yesterday, we were talking about salvation and what guarantee's you a place in Heaven someday as it's been something Kate has been thinking about a lot lately. Kate confirmed that she has Jesus in her heart and asked Lily, in a big sister "Nacho Libre, I'm concerned about your salvation n stuff" sort of way, if Lily had Jesus in her heart. Lily scrunched her nose and said she didn't know, even though we have this conversation quite regularly! She then quickly recalled the time she was Four years old and I sat on her bed and we prayed. Phew, Kate was relieved her family would all be joining her in Heaven one day.

Lily said, "what about daddy?"

I did not say a word, I just wanted to see how the conversation would play out.

She says, "you know, I'm not so sure about daddy, he does have a knife in his office you know!"

It's a decorative sword he has displayed on a shelf, but she said she envisions her dad taking a break from studying in his office to pull out the knife and wield it around like a crazy person!

And he probably does do that.

I love conversations like that with my kids, conversations that challenge them to ponder the things of God and how it all works into this crazy life here on earth. I also loved that not one of the girls said "Daddy is a Pastor, of course he has Jesus in his heart." To my girls, he is simply "daddy." Sure the conversation then turned to the girls suggesting that daddy hold a summer camp that teaches people how to preach, of course, Joey loved hearing he is the best preacher. A knife wielding preacher, that is.

I love how simple salvation is. I love that the Bible says in Romans "that if you confess with your mouth, and believe in your heart, that you will be saved."

Yep, it is indeed that simple. That's why a person can be on their death bed, cry out to Jesus in the last flailing moments of life, and if a genuine belief rises in their heart, eternity in Heaven is their very next step. In the same token, this simplicity is why a young child can accept Jesus and grow up living a life that reflects that simple salvation.

It is simple. But it's not always easy. Why? Because you so desperately want to play with knives? Well, no. BUT, we have to believe. That's not always easy for us to do, is it. Because if we believe in someone then we have to actively put our trust in them. So when difficulty arises in our lives, it's very easy for dis-belief to set it in and we begin to question what we ever believed in to begin with.

When we face struggles and sin is standing at our door, we question if our belief is worth more than the feeling that sin will bring us.

When God does not answer our prayers according to our expectations, we wonder if what we believe in was ever true at all.

Oh these sentences pain me to even write but the reality of the feeling is so true for many.

When we go to Disneyland, my girls become enamored with all things make believe! It's all about Princess' and Castles and Characters and magical stuff right? Forget that someone is stuffed into a giant character head all sweaty and unable to breath well. Forget that once the park closes, the germs have to be cleaned out, the trash has to be emptied and reality comes alive once again.

It's so fun to believe, isn't it? To just see life through the eyes of a kid and simply believe. Let's do that today, shall we. Let's simply believe. Let's believe that God is who He says He is. Let's believe that we are made righteous through the blood of Jesus. Let's believe that we can conquer any mountain of difficulty that comes our way. Let's believe that if God is for us than nobody can be against us. Let's believe that Jesus loves us with an everlasting love that won't fade away nor will it be based on our performance. Let's simply accept His sweet salvation n stuff...

And probably don't play with knives. Otherwise my 6 year old will greatly question your salvation...

No Parking Baby!

Worry stinks. I worry a lot. And then if I'm not worrying, I worry that I'm forgetting something I should be worrying about. But I don't have issues AT ALL right? Maybe you can relate.

I love the Bible. I love the truth it holds, I love the promises that God offers to us as we follow His instructions, I truly truly do. But I have to say, one of the most read verses in God's infallible Word is one of the most difficult verses for me to follow.

Good old Philippians 4 says, "Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; 7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."

The Bible talks a lot about worry; Jesus tells us in Matthew not to worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. But honestly, it's not worry about tomorrow that holds me, I'm pretty good with tomorrow. I can give God my fears of the future as He has walked with me many, many years to get me to a place of ability to do that. So it's not tomorrow that causes me worry, it's today. It's problems that loved ones face today. It's issues that friends face today. It's anything that I need to work through today. It's worry that rears its ugly head...today.

So I'll share something with you that God shared with me last night; I figure if God helped me with it, perhaps it can help someone else too.

Last night I had a conversation with my husband that got me thinking about this subject in a way I had not thought of it before; it really challenged me to take a look at what my worry was doing in a larger scope than I was seeing. Why does he always have to be right? Good thing he's handsome...

So anyhow, as I laid in bed I was pondering what we had talked about as the truth of the matter was slowly sinking in and I could feel freedom rising in my heart! You see, I had been worrying about a situation that I really can't control, as is most generally the case with worry isn't it? And as I was lying there I was talking to the Lord, as I do at night on my way to sleep. But I found myself saying the phrase of a song to Him: You are Great, you do miracles so great! And all of a sudden I felt God stop me and ask me this question: "Do you believe that?"

Well of course I do Lord, I absolutely know you can do miracles that are so great. Yes, yes I believe that.

"Then let Me do it."

Then let me do it. That was God's reply to my Spirit and boy that sure got my attention. As long as I'm worrying over a situation, I'm not giving God room to move in the situation. As long as I'm controlling the situation, attempting to fix it in my strength and power, I imagine God just waiting for me to finish doing what I think is best so that He can get involved and do what's really really the best.

So today I share this very personal thing with anyone that will read it because I know the obsessive thoughts that come with worry. I know what it's like to hold stuff in my mind so tightly, not giving God room to move and perform that great miracle that He is simply waiting to do. I know what worry feels like...that's why Philippians 4 is a scripture we need to do more than just read, we need to digest it, we need to rehearse it, we need to obsess over it.

It brings tears to my eyes right now to think of the goodness of God displayed in that scripture. That if I will not be anxious over ANYTHING, but if I will give my worry over to Him in prayer, thanking Him for the outcome and LEAVING the worry within that request, I'm guaranteed the peace of God to wash over every area of my own understanding...and then He goes above what I can comprehend. That's why He is the only one that truly can do miracles that are so great. If I could understand His ways, they would not be great.

So today, I'm not going to worry. I'm not going to be anxious. I'm going to take the issues and present them to God as a request for Him to intervene. I'm going to thank Him for the outcome. And then I'm going to leave it alone. I'm not going to give the worry a permanent parking place in my mind for today. I'm going to get out of the way and "let God do it." That old song comes to mind, "no parking baby, no parking on the dance floor." No parking! God's trying to dance in our situation, let's get worry out of the way...

I WANT ANSWERS!

I talk to myself, a lot. Out loud. In my car. It's just how I roll. And I talk to the Lord, a lot. Out loud. In my car. Again, it's how I roll. So the other day, I was worrying about something and contemplating what I know to be true about giving my worries to God. I know I need to give my worries to the Lord, I know that His Word assures me that if I cast my cares on Him that He will sort every last detail out. I know this. But sometimes my brain and my Spirit don't get along well, and my brain leads me one way while my Spirit reminds me what to do. Anyone?

So I found myself asking God a question out loud: "How do I give something over to you when I don't have the answer?"

Nothing.

Crickets.

Often when I ask God a question, He pretty quickly drops the answer in my heart. But not this time. I went about my day and oddly enough, the situation I was worrying about began to show signs of answers coming!

Fast forward to the next day, I was visiting my tiny little feisty Italian grandma in the hospital who, mind you, needed 5 nurses to get her back in her bed on account of her feistiness...I can't imagine where I get my sass from - but as I was there I saw a quote on the wall that about hit me upside the head!

"A bird doesn't sing because he has the answer, a bird sings because he has a song."

Boom and boom. There was my answer. Like Dory in "Finding Nemo," just keep singing. JUST KEEP SINGING. That is how I give my worry to God. I keep singing. Because, like the bird, I too have a song.

Psalm 40 says, He has put a new song in my mouth—Praise to our God; Many will see it and fear, And will trust in the Lord.

God put a song in my mouth already, and when I worry and fret over something I have no control over (which I am finding I don't have control over much which is very hard for this controlling personality. Sheesh. I might need 5 nurses to hold me down too if I can't control something quick. Anyone need their life planned for them? Can I put you on a budget, please? Shall I give you advice on your hair, clearly it needs to be bigger. Anyone?)

But as I allow anxiety to overwhelm me as I worry and contemplate things I can't control, and things I can control, for that matter, all I'm doing is silencing my song. God created me to sing. And what's so awesome about this whole gig God gave me is not only does He create me to sing, but He gives me the song to do it. As I open my mouth and begin to praise Him for what He has done, it's as if each word of praise that flows out of my mouth is a stepping stone to the answer I need!

I'm listening to birds sing right now. They don't have all the answers, they live for the moment. They don't know where their next meal will come from, but they keep singing. They don't know if their eggs will make it past the dangers that the outdoors bring, but they keep singing. They sing at night, they sing in the day, they just keep singing.

So today, as it's the day between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday, keep singing. This is the day they waited for Glory to come. They waited to see what would happen. They waited in confusion, despair, hopelessness. But they waited. And oh boy did Glory come!

So as you wait today for the answers that you need, keep singing. Keep your hope fixed on the Glory that's coming and just.keep.singing.

Wanna hang out?

I love to read scripture in different translations often, it provides such insight and sometimes causes me to see a scripture in a way I'd never seen it. Take Ephesians 1:28-20 in the New Living Translation for example:

"I pray that your hearts will be flooded with light so that you can understand the confident hope he has given to those he called—his holy people who are his rich and glorious inheritance. 19 I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe him. This is the same mighty power 20 that raised Christ from the dead and seated him in the place of honor at God’s right hand in the heavenly realms."

I don't know about you, but I need to receive this pray that Paul prayed thousands of years ago! I need my heart flooded with light today, so that I can understand the confident hope that God has given to me. I needed to read that I am God's rich and glorious inheritance, how about you? I needed to be reminded of the incredible greatness of God's power that's available for me, how about you?

Are you facing a challenge today, perhaps a mountain you have been climbing for seemingly years and years with no true progress being made? You still feel like no matter how much you climb you keep seeing the same surroundings, nothing changes.

Allow this scripture to encourage you today as it does me; the incredible greatness of God's power is available to you! The incredible greatness of His power. His power does not stop short of anything. His power is not determined by your past, present or future. His power cannot be stopped by all the legions of Hell. His power does not need permission to operate.

But I believe before we can see God's incredible greatness of power displayed in our life, we have to accept the first part of the verse - we have to believe that we are His rich and glorious inheritance. Yes, I am. The mess of a person that I am, flawed in so many ways, I AM HIS RICH AND GLORIOUS INHERITANCE. That means God is looking forward to inheriting me in His Kingdom! Like a loving daddy waiting for his little girl to get home, God is waiting with baited breath to have me for all of eternity. Woah. That's a pretty heavy pill to swallow.

So the sooner I accept that truth, the sooner I'll welcome the incredible greatness of His power in ALL areas of my life. I have to first know that I'm His desire...if I don't accept that, I'll never fully accept His power in my life, because I won't think I'm deserving of it. But I am. And so are you.

So today, know that you are MORE than a conqueror - know that you are the head and not the tail - know that you are above and not beneath - know that you are destined for greatness - know that the mountain shall be moved - but most of all, know that you are His rich and glorious inheritance and God Almighty Himself can't wait to hang out with you...forever.

Playgrounds and straws.

So this morning, as I was rushing out of my car, I realized I forgot my purse in the back seat. As I reached to grab it, the straw from my drink quickly jammed up my nose. How do you like that for a Monday morning visual? Jammed. It hurt. I closed the car door as my eye flooded with tears! Only one eye though. Call me one-eyed Jen. Or don't. But man alive that hurt. So my Public Service Announcement for the day is this: when you have a drink in your hand, and find yourself in a rush, beware of the straw. It just might jam up your nose. Aaaaaaaand scene.

In other news, there's a super familiar scripture that God is highlighting for me today so I thought I'd share it. It's Philippians 4:8 and it goes a little something like this: "Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."

I've been going over this scripture with our 9 year old as we've been talking about training our minds to push out the negative thoughts; but it's not until yesterday that something jumped out at me, kinda like my straw did today.

Whatever is true. That's what hit me. Whatever is true. Now you would read that and automatically think it pertains to telling the truth, or not believing a lie...and while yes, I'm sure that's part of the intent of the scripture, I'm looking at it a little different today. With my right eye. On account of my straw debacle.

Have you ever spent time allowing your mind to wander in a daydream or a fantasy of sorts? You know what I mean, single gals, you daydream about meeting the right guy. You plan what he will look like, you plan out your entire first date, you plan out what you will wear (and always in your daydream you are at least 15 pounds lighter and you have impeccable hair.)

Or maybe you fantasize about a dream job you so desperately want and so you envision every detail about getting the job and what you will do with the extra income and how you will dress (see, it always goes to our looks right) and different details surrounding that.

Perhaps there's a hard conversation that needs to take place between you and someone else, and so you play up the conversation in your mind, blowing it way out of proportion, in turn keeping you from having the conversation for fear of it going the way you've imagined.

Maybe you dream about the call God has on your life, but you let your own spin on that call get in the way and so you begin to daydream about what you *think* God would have you do. Sure, it's God centered, you want to serve Him and you are ready to answer His call, but you plan the entire road leading to that call, fixing all the details that God is surely to leave out...

Anyone? Perhaps I'm speaking to myself here. My mind can be consumed, and I mean consumed with stuff that's not currently true. I'll daydream that I have unlimited funds to re-decorate my house (I absolutely love home decor and study it often) and I'll spend hours in my head doing just that, re-designing my home from front to back. Now is that necessarily wrong? No, probably not. The love for decor was given to me by God, I believe that. But do I need to waste precious mind space re-designing my house with my imaginary thousands? Probably not.

Or perhaps you're like me and spend way too much time analyzing conversations, did I say this right, did I do this right. Should I have said this, should I have not said this. Should I jam a straw up my nose again?

Our imaginary list can go on and on until we are blue in the face, at least mine can. Listen, our minds as women can be playgrounds. We ladies have the ability to allow our minds to run wild with imagination! Why do you think Soap Operas and Fantasy Novels are such a hit among women? Because we are emotional beings, created with such an intensity inside of us, an intensity longing for purpose. God made us to be emotional, there is nothing wrong with it, but if we are not careful, what we do with our emotion has the ability to leave us longing for more in the playground of our mind.

When we over indulge with our imagination, we forego allowing God to do what He aims to do in our lives. When we daydream about a particular thing, it becomes so commonplace in our minds, that we remove the ability to be excited about the new stuff God does. Does that make sense? For example, God has called us to this exciting and phenomenal life right? He has so many twists and turns that He longs to take us on as we journey through this vapor called life. However, when we allow our imagination to overtake us, we put God in the box of our limited imagination. So when God moves in our life, we don't know how to adjust to His moving if it's not within the parameters of how we expected Him to move.

Whatever things are true.

If anything is excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things. Take some time to think about God's goodness. Thank Him that He didn't give you what you imagined Him giving you! I sure do that. I'm thankful God didn't fulfill things I daydreamed about years ago; in fact, He went above and beyond anything I could ever hope, dream or imagine for. He's good like that. Has God done anything excellent for you lately? Think about that! Has He done anything you can praise Him for? Oh I'm sure He has! Think about that. I find myself thanking God often for the simple things we take for granted. I'll thank Him for running water. I'll thank Him for heat, for food, for clothes. Or get a little more intense with your thanks and ponder your redemption. Think about His mercy to lift us out of the miry clay. Think about His great love for you and for me. Think about those things...

When we really accept the challenge given to us in this scripture, we ultimately leave room for God to move on a level that's not limited by our imagination. When we literally think about the things we're being encouraged to think about in Philippians 4:8, then God is able to speak to us in His sweet and precious voice and we are able to hear it. Why? Because our minds are not cluttered, they are not full of worry or over analyzation or wishful thinking.

My challenge to you and ultimately to myself is this, if it's not happening right now in our lives, don't waste precious mind space over it. Sure its ok to dream, of course! God wants us to live in a place of expectancy for our direction. He gave us our imagination so that we would have the ability to run with the dreams that He puts in our hearts. But the danger of the playground is this: when we allow our imagination to camp in a place God is not intending it to camp, we quickly deaden our spiritual senses. There. That's really all I needed to say I guess! Don't park your mind on something that's not true. And be careful of straws. Aaaaaaaaand scene.