10-Minute Wednesdays-Funny stories

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 I don't know about you, but I have had one of those days where I could use a laugh. So without further ado...here is my funny story in 10-minutes:

My brother and I went to the same college for a couple of years. We were having lunch outside in the commons area when a custodian (a woman) came right between us...I mean in-between us to where we were practically touching arms with her to pick up a cigarette butt with a metal contraption that had pinchers attached at the bottom. She didn't say excuse me as she tried to grasp the cigarette butt of the ground to no avail. The worst part was that the tool was making a consistent squeaker, squeaky, squeaker sound that sent me into hysterics. 
   And if you have one of those best friends or a sibling then you KNOW that once you look them in the eye that it only makes you laugh harder and more! So there we were trying our hardest to not crack up hysterically in front of this woman, but the more we tried the more difficult it was to contain our laughter.

 I am sure some of my spit ended up on this woman! She did eventually get the cigarette butt of the ground and we were able to let our laughter out. Of course, we did the whole let's replay this conversation to only enjoy another burst of giggles. 

Okay-Your turn!! Give me a funny story.

Raw 10-minute Tuesdays-The problem with significance...

Join me today for real, raw 10-minute writing. This is a blog party where we safely post how we really feel about the topic given. A place where we don't have to pretty up our posts so others will like it. No legalism and no pretending we don't struggle. Just unabashed honesty.

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Today's Topic:  The Problem with significance...we all want to be somebody

 10 minutes-GO!

Upon hearing the lyrics to the song below, I thought of the above photo (yes, that is me). How I want to shoot the significance I desperately grasp and crave. Kill it. Then, I would be free. Free to not strive, seek, or long . To give up the false hope that if I could just be somebody then the respect, recognition, credit, value and acceptance would come.

  I’m just the boy (girl) inside the man (woman), not exactly who you think I am...You came and made me who I am. I remember where it all began, so clearly...You created me, Something I never would have seen...You’re the only one who knows, who I really am...
We all wanna be somebody, we just need a taste of who we are
We all wanna be somebody, we’re willing to go but not that far. -Thousand Foot Krutch

It is my stain that never comes out. How embarrassing to call it sin. Stupid sheep don't like to be called stupid either.  But they are and so am I.

I want to scream so clearly, "Die search for significance...you are not welcome in my life anymore! All you bring is disillusioned disappointment!"

There is this me that's soaked to the bone in "if-only" sentiments that distort my relationship with the Lord and it frustrates me. And I ask God to purge it from me. But, significance is persistent. So persistent in fact that it drives most of why I do what I do. Doesn't it?

To the point that I question my own sincerity.  

So I walk the fine line daily between flesh and the spirit. Everyday I ask God to expose it. It's okay, I want him to. He is the antibiotic to the "Worthy" disease. 

Personally, I am tired. This fight to allow God to be the Master of my life, the only one I worship versus everything else that wants to sit at the throne has worn me down. 

I have to squash the bug that lies and remember that as I lift my hands openly to Him that He will stretch down wide open every time. That His grace is the ONLY hope I have to battle my struggles. 

 

To walk humbly with my Lord is seeing me rightly...a sinner who is saved. A sheep who needs a shepherd. To see who I really am!  

To see that I really don't need the world's applause to be valuable, worthy, or called.

"...You are precious to me. You are honored, and I love you...Bring all who claim me as thier God, for I have made them for my glory. It was I who created them." 

Isaiah 43:4, 7 (NLT)

STOP! OKAY, YOUR TURN...