Ohio State football & Heaven?

So, my sweet son came home today with his mid-term grades....I was worried but, come to find out, all is well. So what happened? We were having a lot of trouble with this, this year. Our household had spent many hours of prayer, tutoring, fighting, crying, begging, etc. over the last few months, all over his grades and lack of desire to work hard for something so, so far down the line. Well, something clicked in him. I believe it was a movement of the spirit. He decided he wants to play football for Ohio State and finally figured out that he needs the grades to do so. If that is what he wants, if that is what motivates him to do better, more power to him.

This got me thinking about us. How hard are we willing to work for something SO far away? Heaven seems so distant right now. I am not even 30, surely I have many more years ahead of me to do what God calls me to do. I'm not sure that is the right answer. Why would I wait? Who's to say I won't die tomorrow? Why not be the example I am supposed to be to my family, my children, to even strangers that only see me in passing. What is holding me back? My pride? My fear of someone looking down their nose at me? The fear that I won't succeed in what I take on in the Name of the Lord? What if I fall flat on my face? Now I know that this is just Satan whispering in my ear.....he loves to sit on my shoulder and do that. I know that with God ALL things are possible.

I was involved in the Father-Daughter Gala this year, in the photography part of it. I was so excited to get to help out. I love this sort of thing. About three days before it, I was sick....really, really sick. Then, we had Science Fair to finish up, then it was cold, the kids were snotty, the phone wouldn't stop ringing....the list goes on and on. I was so crazy for a while, I couldn't tell which way was up. Then, it occurred to me. I know what's going on here....SATAN WAS IN MY LIVING ROOM. I have seen him before but this was just bold. Anything that could be wrong was going that way because it made me doubt whether or not I was doing what I should have been doing. I looked up to my ceiling and with a smile said, "Nice job, Satan, you're really working hard, aren't you?" then I looked another direction and said, "God, I know you are there and I know you can handle this. Please, make him leave so I can do what I need to do. Thank you." IT WAS AMAZING! In the blink of an eye, I felt better, the phone stopped, the kids stopped. God made a miracle happen in my living room.

Anything is possible with Him leading you.