Have you ever been hiking at night? If the woods are dense enough, almost no moonlight or starlight penetrates the thick canvas of the forest roof. When you turn your headlamp on, the immediate area in front of you lights up, and everything else is draped in blackness. You can see clearly for maybe thirty feet, then after that it tapers quickly back into pitch black. There’s a certain amount of faith that you have to walk in when you are night hiking. You have to trust that the trail will take you where it is supposed to go. You have to have faith that the trail itself is safe, even if it runs alongside a step cliff or next to a rushing river. You trust that the noises you hear are really just big squirrels and not hungry bears looking for tasty, out of shape and slightly plump, stray hikers. So you hike in faith, knowing for sure only what lies 30 feet in front of you and hoping that you’ll reach your campsite before Roscoe the Mountain Man jumps from the shadows to demonstrate to you his deep knowledge of the movie “Deliverance.” It really is exciting. Believe me. Try it sometime. Well, I am on a night hike of sorts right now, figuratively speaking. All of us that have entered into this amazing adventure that is following Christ are on night hikes. Our destination is certain: the Kingdom of God. Our trail is firm: the Path of Righteousness and the Way of the Cross. Our light, The Holy Spirit, illuminates all that we need to know in order to navigate through the world that is shrouded in the darkness of sin. The path that I am currently on is not one that I ever thought that I would take. It is a crazy trail that already has seen miracles, struggles, leaps of faith, and mighty acts of God. And we're only at the beginning. My hiking companions are my wife Brandie, and my three sons, Sam, Jack and Luke. It is a journey that we would love to share with all of you, if you want to read along.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Radio in our van

I love how God blesses us in so many small ways! Our van radio went out and we really didn't have the money to fix it. The radio controls the DVD player too, which makes for long car rides back and forth to Georgia without it. We asked around several places and it was going to cost no less than $250 to fix or replace.

After a little discussion, Brandie and I decided to put it on the credit card. I know, I know...Dave Ramsey would not approve. So Brandie took the radio back to the Honda dealership where she had been given the best price. When she walked in, the man who had helped her the other day was there. When Brandie said she was going to have the radio fixed he said to hold on a moment and walked away.

When he returned he was holding a box with a radio the identical make and model as ours. Somehow, he said, they had one just sitting in the back that was not logged into their computers. He had no idea where it came from, and it did not belong to anyone, and he didn't know if it worked, but it was ours if we wanted it!

When she got home I plugged it into the dash and sure enough, we now have music back in our car! Little blessings from a Big God. How cool is that?
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