So, how many of you have a Billy Bass in your garage or garage sale? In Little Rock, Arkansas the attics, garages and yard sales have been cleared out. The people of this town are taking their Billy Bass to The Flying Fish restaurant. When family brings him in to give him up for adoption the restaurant will give them a free basket of catfish. Now is that a deal or what?!
I had fun eating the local Arkansas cuisine with my friend Ashley. We enjoyed the Billy Bass atmosphere and how some families were quite creative when they finally gave Billy up for adoption. I saw a Mardi Gras Billy, a Billy in the sky with diamonds and many Billys with Santa hats.
When I made it to Texas, I stopped briefly (very briefly) at Baylor University. A student who had been in Pulpit Rock’s youth group when I was a leader is now a freshman. John (who I consider an adopted younger brother) told me that he had been back home to Colorado Springs a few weeks ago and was now at the point of running out of clean clothes. Although, he realized that when he began to wear nice pants, a collared shirt and coat to chemistry it helped him to pay attention. So, instead of doing laundry he’s reverted to Tuesday and Thursday dress days to keep his grades up. *smile*
My first Monday back in Colorado was also the night of the Broncos versus Green Bay Packers football game. I’m not a huge fan of either team, but am glad I had the chance to go see the game for free. It was on my list of 28 things to do while I’m 28. It’s just one of the ways God spoils me.
“But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:7-8).
The journey of support-raising across the country has been good. I’ve been blessed in many ways. And yet many times I still try to do this support-raising thing in my own strength. I rely so much on myself, my energy level and how I can muster up enough to gather a team. But God never asked me to do that. He simply asked me to follow. To go. Not that I don’t play a role in this journey with Him, but it will have to be His strength to nourish and provide and get me to Austria. He has called me, and even when I feel dry and in a season of drought (like today), I should not worry. I should allow my confidence to remain in Him. Yep, easier said than done, but I would ask that you would pray that this would be true of my life. Even beyond getting to Austria, but in every area.
Thanks for your prayers!