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“God took them out of Egypt, but Egypt followed them in their hearts.”
10 And when Pharaoh drew near, the children of Israel lifted their eyes, and behold, the Egyptians marched after them. So they were very afraid, and the children of Israel cried out to the Lord. 11 Then they said to Moses, “Because there were no graves in Egypt, have you taken us away to die in the wilderness? Why have you so dealt with us, to bring us up out of Egypt? 12 Is this not the word that we told you in Egypt, saying, ‘Let us alone that we may serve the Egyptians’? For it would have been better for us to serve the Egyptians than that we should die in the wilderness.” – Exodus 14
Clinging to the familiar. The past. The things that make us feel comfortable.
So… people say I’m OCD.
And by “people,” I mean literally everyone in my life. Apparently all my family and friends went to medical school and became psychiatrists without my knowing. Just to be clear: I have never been clinically diagnosed by a REAL professional – just pseudo-diagnosed by people who simply don’t appreciate symmetry and the life-altering invention of the RULER.
Speaking of rulers, I have to mention that I went to Hobby Lobby yesterday and found the most amazing ruler! It’s marked down to 3/16” and it’s clear and it’s perfect! And I shamelessly bragged about it to my mom while holding it tightly to my chest. SHAMELESSLY. Judge all you want, but my lines are P-E-R-F-E-C-T.
Anyways, back to how I’ve been labeled an OCD freakazoid. I love doing crafts and painting! Lately, I’ve been working on a bunch of small TOP SECRET projects for my sister (who I hope doesn’t read this until after I see her today). It’s been wonderful making little “masterpieces” for her! That is, until last night…
Most days, I sit in the car for a longer period of time than I would like. The majority of the time I spend driving is in slow-moving traffic, right through Houston’s rush hour. Just the other day, I was on my way home from work, when suddenly the car in front of me hit the brakes extremely hard.
Last weekend our church partnered with a Christian group and attended an event where we handed out free literature and shared Christ’s love to others. The event was great and we had some amazing conversations with people who stopped by. One person in particular stood out to me that night. He was an intelligent man who had clearly read the Bible several times, but did not believe in God. Shortly into our conversation I realized that our friend did not come to just talk, he came to argue. There were times that I struggled to say the right thing and at those times I would stop and pray. I felt the Holy Spirit leading to me to just talk about love. I felt the urge to share with him that Christ loves him and so did I. In that moment, it was difficult to utter those words. I was talking to man who was putting down my Father and saying really negative things that hurt me, and yet all God wanted me to do was talk about love?!? In that moment I was reluctantly obedient and for a second, my friend began to listen. Although he didn’t hear everything I said after, I know for a fact that heard me say I love him and so does God. Continue reading