Far, Far Away: [SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION SO YOU'LL READ ME!]

In reference to my last post (the one dealing with me worrying about my future lately), I have an overwhelmingly Divine intervention to tell you about, or at least I see it that way.

Everyday my dad sends me (and pretty much everyone else in my family) these “daily devotions” called TGIF: Today God Is First. (I know, that’s super clever.) Anyway, usually I’ll scan over the title and the opening Bible verse and see if it looks especially applicable or interesting, and then I will either read it or delete it. And what have the last, oh, I don’t know, TEN devotions been about, you ask? Let me just show you:

1.)When Satan Attacks Your Destiny (hello!) 2.) Fulfilling Your Purpose (whoa) 3.) Do You Know Who You Are? 4.) Withholding Your Natural Gifting 5.) Nothing Is Impossible With God 6.) University of Adversity (because I’m going through adversity) 7.) How God Uses Pain 8.) Being Chosen 9.) Greater Works Shall You Do…

Ok, that’s only 9, but seriously…

Now, in God’s defense (as if He needs my defense… the audacity!), I have been habitually petitioning Him about this particular affliction in my prayers and whatnot, but I LOVE it when I get an answer like this. There’s nothing quite so reassuring as an acknowledgement so blatantly from the Creator Himself. Not to mention that my nightly read (which I do in chapter order, not by topic or what have you) was about “submission to the governing authorities” (Romans 13), which I consistently have qualms about; also, considering the fact that I more than likely will be working for the government, I should probably get used to complying with (most) of their demands... So THAT'S what I've been doing lately... among other things of which I'm too coy and mysterious to tell you about.

O and also, I'm going to the beach this weekend for a seaside ceremony of matrimony... yeaahh Marky-Marc and Oh-Suzanna are getting hitched and they invited me because EVERYONE knows I am the life of EVERYBODY'S PARTY. So me and the rest of the dysfunctional Brady Bunch are gettin' the heck outta Dodge for a weekend filled with "Momma, can I plimb up the stairs, Momma?" "Momma, gimme that ce' phone, Momma,""Playton, I want some shicken and ships for dinner, Playton," and other jargon that could only come from none other than the Cammie Cocoa Puff. It's just too bad Judge can't accompany us. :(