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Yeah, so my morning was a little rough. I left my house at 7:07 this morning. I arrived at school over 1 and 1/2 hours later.... You ask, "What happened to make my journey to school take an hour longer than it should have?

Well, it all started with leaving a friends house last night. I got in my truck, observed my gas tank level indicator was a tad below the 1/4 mark, and made the executive decision that I would wait until the morning to purchase my gasoline. Having made the trip too and fro Woodbury on less fuel than this before, I expected all would be fine. So, I make my right turn onto highway 96 (not highway 75) and point straight for the house. Now, if you've ever driven down highway 96 (not highway 75) you are aware that there is nothing, I repeat nothing, around once you leave the city. Somewhere around the 1/8 point of my trek home I take a second glance at my fuel level indicator and see that it has suspiciously dropped... to below the "E". So I put on my "well, I hope I make it" attitude and press on towards home not thinking much more about it. I arrived, enjoyed a nice nights sleep and all was well... until this morning.

Now, I'm on my way to school on highway 45 (not highway 75) otherwise known as "Auburntown Road", the most dangerous, windy, country road you've ever seen, and I start to sputter along. I'm thinking "Oh No..." So I turn off the air and push just prayin I make it to town. I did not. My truck just kinda says "Okay, that’s enough" and abruptly stops like a childish temper tantrum.
I yank it to the side of the road and make my next decision there. I usually don't have a cell phone signal here (yeah, its WAY out in the country), but somehow (praise God) I did this morning. So I phone my dad, he laughs, then proceeds to deliver my much needed fuel.

In the mean time while waiting patiently in my truck a lady I know stopped by. She used to be a substitute of mine in h/s. While exiting my truck I forget something important. I walk up to her car, chat for a few seconds, reasuring her all is well, she drives off. Then, upon my return, I grab the handle and immediately considered the pro's and cons of yelling obscenities at my truck. I had locked my keys inside. (It was quite a picture I’m sure with me on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere!)

I walk to the side of my truck, stare at the cloud-topped mountain that are accented by a beautiful overcast morning and ask a simple question... why? So then, once my normal self returns, I prayed, "God, just be glorified... I dunno how, just do it."

My dad rolls up, gets my gas, laughs at me, then goes to my house, retrieves my keys, delivers them to me, and 30 minutes later, I'm in business in the ocean of cars that is the MTSU parking lot.

Thank God, the day got much better from that point on. But now, as I sit here and reflect, I have a few thoughts on the day.

- It was much easier to say, "God, just be glorified" in my situation than it would have been for these people. (That’s the point of the picture up there) It could have been much worse.

I was reminded that I'm truly just floating along in this world; my hands aren't on the steering wheel. And that if God could carve out the mountains in front of my face He was taking care of me.

- My other thought comes down to battle. It's the battle that we face everyday, the battle between God's soldiers and the enemy. At a time when I need to be on my game with heading back to school and getting extremely busy, it seems like a lot has been going wrong and tempting me to worry. I’ve had to constantly remind myself that I’m only being “pushed around” in this world and I’m only here for one purpose, his glorification!


The enemy will not have my thoughts, my mindset, or my attitude! My focus will be clear and MY BANNER WILL BE HUGE….**JESUS CHRIST IS LORD!**