My commute to work every morning takes about 30 minutes...IF someone else hasn't shut down 65 or the Red Mountain Expressway. I recently came to the realization that my half hour commute was a big waste of my time when I spent it eating breakfast I missed because I got up late, perfecting my defensive driving skills, and being annoyed at the Max bus that always seems to get in front of me when I'm running late. Chase listens to Rick and Bubba in the mornings, and I gave that a shot for a while but I get tired of them and the 6 minute commercial breaks (no offense to my R&B Extreme Club friends). I also tried NPR for a while, and arrived to work feeling slightly more knowledgeable and a bit less frazzled. But recently NPR, being the news leader they are, has only been covering the political news (i.e. Obama healthcare plan). Mr. Obama has already interrupted my primetime TV to explain this to me, and I'm a little tired of hearing the constant heated discussion about it.
I recently accidentally discovered a radio station that I've never picked up before and was surprised to hear a Focus on the Family program. I've been listening to it every morning since then, and it has definitely made a difference in my mornings. For the last 3 mornings I've been following a discussion by husband/wife team Dr. Conway and Jada Edwards, leaders of an amazing and rapidly growing singles ministry at OCBF in Dallas, Texas. Check out their story and their new book at
http://www.conwayandjadaedwards.com/ .
This morning I heard a reading from Confessions, by St. Augustine of Hippo. You can google this to read it in its entirety, but the beginning passage spoke to my heart and I've continued to think about it all day. It is my prayer that I will surrender to God the idea that things in my life have to be a certain way before I can be content.
Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise; your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning. And so we men, who are a due part of your creation, long to praise you – we also carry our mortality about with us, carry the evidence of our sin and with it the proof that you thwart the proud. You arouse us so that praising you may bring us joy, because you have made us and drawn us to yourself, and our heart is unquiet until it rests in you.
Just two short years ago I married a man who, believe it or not, is more wonderful today than he was on July 28, 2007. I can hardly believe that two years have passed. We reminisced last night, with every statement seeming like it began with, "This time 2 years ago we were _______ ," or, "I remember feeling _______." The last two years have certainly been a growing process, but we're learning more about each other every day (and given our recent uncontested win of The Newlywed Game, I am further convinced that we are absolutely perfect for one another).
