Once, several years ago, we got in a car accident. We did kinda like Bo and Luke Duke and took a flying leap into some grumpy guy's front yard. As we came to the end of the road, literally, and I saw a four foot embankment looming in front of our car, I said a not so nice word. Not the worst word. But not really the word that I want to utter in the moment of my death.
I was in a rough place in those days. In a new city where I wasn't feeling at home. Didn't have any friends yet. Not really engrafted into our church. Just lots of stuff going on. I'm not making excuses, just giving the facts.
I was praying, I do remember that, but I don't remember if I was in the Word or not.
Anyway, in general, I had a bad attitude.
Before we crashed into and jumped the embankment, we crossed a highway. Hubby said that the angels must have been watching over us because we could have easily been killed by an oncoming car. I said, "If the angels were watching over us this wouldn't have happened at all!" Grrr
If you squeeze an orange, what do you expect to get out of it?
If I've filled that orange with ink and you squeeze it, what do you think you'll get out of it? It still looks and smells like an orange. It still is an orange. But you get out whatever is in there. duh, I know.
So, my question is, what are you full of? What comes out of you when the sqeeze is on?
