Earlier this week I was thinking about Quirky Faith. We're seven months into this grand calling. 133 blog posts plus all the fun on twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Pinterest. I've worked through 24 books of the Bible for That's the Book and hosted 17 different people on Wall of Faith. Tons of fun. Lots of work. So much work I spun into a moment of doubt. Is this worth it? I gave myself a two minute pitty party and then prayed a cynical prayer.
Dear God. This Quirky Faith thing was your idea. I clearly need help. Like a famous person. Or some more epic action to blog about. People read that. Forget this Bible Stuff. Humph. (If you are a long time reader of my blogs then you're already aware of where this post is going. If not you can catch up by reading Epic and Epic. Again.) This was dangerous. God frequently calls me me out. He also has a sense of humor. I went on with my day and set all things blog aside. When I got home I checked my twitter feed. And WOO HOO. Famous Person! Famous and funny and charming and kind! A famous person Retweeted my post and even read the blog. The Ms. Liz Curtis Higgs famous author of Bad Girls of the Bible and a mountain of other books wrote and I quote : "Terrific post, my sister. Honored to be included. P.S. Love knowing you have 2 kids and an aging cat. I have 2 cats and an aging husband...!" She even talked about my cat!! My lovely aging cat! Gosh I'm a goober. After I ran around the house and showed my husband and my children and my cat and texted my book club girls a copy of the twitter post I finally settled down and got on with the nightly chores. Took out the garbage, fed the cat, checked my daughter's homework. I was contemplating dealing with the piles in my bedroom. A mountain of mismatched socks in the corner, stack of books, yet to be unpacked backpack from our recent trip to Disneyland. I wandered back to the bedroom to get started. There was a suspicious odor as soon as I opened the door. Did i mention my cat is aging? The cat is 16 years old. He's lost a lot of weight lately. I've been experimenting with new foods to try and fatten him up. Tonight's menu didn't sit well. The cat puked on the carpet. On the pile of mis-matched socks. On my backpack. I groaned. I thought about throwing out the backpack. But I love it. It's traveled with me all over the world. So I unpacked through puke and laughed. I had to pick through the nasty to rescue my extra phone charger. I threw out all the souveniers I'd brought home to make an album with, little maps of Disneyland and confetti. (Who am I kidding? I never make the actual albums anyway). My kids were standing behind me as I cleaned up the mess making helpful gagging noises. Somewhere in the midst of cleaning the carpet I remembered my cynical prayer. One famous person and some puke delivered right on time. Lovely. Oh how I love that God listens to me. That He laughs with me. That He reminds me to watch my attitude and my commitment. Clicks and subscribers and growth charts don't matter. But He sure does. His word is eternal and it does not return void. Boy how Prayer is powerful. I'm in.
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Bekah
2/16/2017 06:47:28 pm
I love hearing how God listens to and prompts you along in this journey Mindy!
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Sue Mattson
2/17/2017 12:53:36 am
This is pure delight!
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Armida Nunez-Finley
2/17/2017 05:11:25 pm
Well... at least it wasn't a little girl vomiting at Men's Wearhouse 😉😂
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