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.oh.really.

.ok. for real. riding with people really isn't so bad after all. it's just those times when you are invited on a last minute whim that can be quite sad. being the sporadic junkie that i am this will soon come to a head for sure. as of yet i've fed my need for sporadic in different ways such as: riding my bike in multiple different directions (until i get to a hill then i turn the other way)..staring aimlessly at the wal and finding paint spots where i've ever so carelessly spattered paint..or the ever so welcome s.bux visits.

.meeting. with people and just talking to them and hearing their "story" and what is on their hearts is something i could do for hours. the one thing that i was really worried about with my driving privileges being revoked is the fact that i would not have as much freedom to meet with people at said coffee shops. making for awkward moments at times. it's so humbling to invite someone to meet with you for coffee and then in turn ask them for a ride so they can meet with you. ha! especially if i have to lay down the law..i'm a straight shooter and sometimes i call it like it is. imagine having a tough conversation with a friend and really calling them to the rug. ok you got that picture? now when the convo is all finished and you're saying your good-byes ask her for a ride home. ugh! may i suggest a light convo about a great station you found on pandora and jam out the way home. works for me at least.

.as. for the riding behind the dashboard..well it's really..actually..surprisingly not so bad. there is a common theme running through the tough things of my life right now and that is trust. trusting first God then the people he has put in my life. making my relationships about him and not about the people or me. confession time. moving towards some painful stuff with trust and realizing that it is all about a God who is trustworthy, who is just worthy. period. crazy thought process that i most assuredly would not have had without the man they call Jesus. end of story. i remember my license got suspended for 30 days back a few years ago and guess who still drove..b/c the 'man' couldn't put me down. that wasn't as serious and was more of a precaution not a "hey we think there may in fact be something up" kind of mind set. now is the time where you should start to sing "a whole new world" from aladdin. ready.go.

.magic.carpet.ride.


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