My day started this morning at 3:10 am.  I awoke with a testimony on my mind–one I still needed to revise/finish.  Tomorrow evening I give my story to the teens in a juvenile center in Nampa.  I think I mentioned about 3 weeks ago meeting with the chaplain of this center.  She had read my book and wanted to meet.  In doing so, she asked if I’d consider telling my story to the teens as she felt they’d benefit from hearing it.  I had sent her my testimony from Celebrate Recovery unsure it was what the kids ought to hear, some being as young as 12 and 13.  After reading it she said it was right on track for them.  I had begun to make some minor adjustments yesterday morning but hadn’t finished.  So, this morning I had it done by 4:15 am and was then able to return to sleep.  When I’d finished my devotions I typically sit down to the computer for the blog’s daily entry.  However, I had all this yard work I wanted to do while it was still cool and I forgot momentarily about this.  I don’t suppose any of this makes a difference to a reader, but it does point out for me that my journey into these “old and special” years needs post it notes everywhere!

I have been struggling of late with temptations to flee as in my “not so long ago” days.  I was asking Jesus about it this morning and He reminded me of this work we are doing: getting an academy built for teen girls being trafficked, starting an adult sexual addiction ministry at our church, giving my testimony tomorrow night to a highly at risk group of teens, the Celebrate Recovery ministry, etc.  And I asked why I would be under attack?  I do tend to bury myself in what I am doing and have blinders on to what is happening around me.  I need people sensitive to the environment reminding me to be aware and not caught off guard.  As my prayer warrior told me, I need to adjust my “helmet of salvation” so I hear the voice of God when it is needed.  I don’t know if this tendency of mine is genetic or if it is a result of my abusive past, either way I’m needing help with this character defect so I don’t find myself vulnerable for these attacks.

OK, now it is back to the yard!  God’s blessings to you.