Walking isn’t a lost art: one must, by some means, get to the garage.

I am pretty sure that God is teach me some things these last few days.  One is patience and the other is to start talking to Him more.  He is doing so in the most annoying way.  God is saying, “HEY AMBER!  TALK TO ME!” by slowing down every single car that is driving in front of me to no more that the speed limit, and often incredibly less.  He knows how much I hate that, and how much it makes me want to rear end them with my beautiful Jeep.  He also knows that I will not.  Instead, I will say, “FINE GOD!  I AM HERE! Please make these cars go faster!  No? You won’t?  Fine, I will talk to you anyways.”

I do not talk with God as much as I should.  As much as I do not like this, I go through phases.  For weeks (or sometimes like two days in a row) I will talk to Him on my way to work or in the shower or someplace that I am a lot.  I tell Him what I want in life, how it isn’t happening in MY time.  I thank Him for the amazing sunset that I am driving into or the husband who loves me so much.  But then life gets busy and I forget again.

Justin keeps teasing me about my Lenten changes.  He talks about eating popcorn and making nachos.  He says that I shouldn’t act like I am Catholic if I’m not.  This is all in good fun and it really doesn’t bother me.

It doesn’t bother me because I have talked with my God at least 12 times in the last couple of days.

*Quote by Evan Esar.

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