Since Mark had the link for the blog, I am using his account to share about a way the Lord spoke to me earlier this week.

God speaks to me with white cars. That might sound a bit strange to you, but to me it's almost humorous. Whenever I am tempted to speed (or am actually committing the offense), or become impatient with other drivers around me, God puts a slow car in front of me. It's His way of saying, "Oh no, you don't!" Just so I don't miss that the message is from Him, He always makes sure the car is white. It's like His defining signature. Over the years, this has happened often enough that even my children know (perhaps snickeringly so) what a slow white car in front of mommy means: Somebody's getting a spanking.

Thursday was a time of contemplation and confession. I spent some time before the Lord telling Him about my sins--where I've fallen so short of His glory. As I went to pick up Lauren from school, I continued the conversation with Him. I acknowledged that I had, in my relationships with others, retracted into my shell. Just as I was about to go on (and on) telling Him how much I liked it there, how comfortable it was--and how content I would be just to stay there and let the big meanies of the world slug it out without me-- something caught my eye. There, in the side lane this time, was a white car "turtling" down the highway. I had to work a bit to make out the license plate. Turns out, God was just trying to get a word in edgewise. The plate simply read "3NGAG3."

Now I must figure out, through prayer, where and in what capacity He wants me to engage.

Lisa