Half hour lunches are no fun.A part of me aches to be in California so that I can rid myself of these crazies that I see everyday at work. (But, the other part of me aches to stay….for reasons I obviously do not consider during this time)

 Every afternoon, about 12:15 or so…. I sink into my chair. Hair frazzled. Head down.

  God sits across from me. Elbows on the table, eyes on my soul. I dish out the “Can you believe what she did”…the “How dare” …oh, and especially the “It’s not fair!”   

 ”…any of you who does not give up everything he has cannot be my disciple.” Luke 14:33

 Smiling at my pout, the Lord gently lays his hand on my heart.  My clinched fists sigh a release…letting go of pride from my right hand and selfishness from my left. For another day, I give into the costs of being a disciple…..simply because it would be foolish to deny that ultimately…. I’m the one with the bargain deal. God’s love. It was pretty much a steal really. Anyhoo.30 minute are up. Here I go again.