What Super Power Would You Choose?

I spent 12 hours the other day with some really neat educators and parents choosing candidates for principal of an elementary school that is dear to my heart. During some down time I had a brief discussion with some ladies (hey Anita) about what super power they would choose. Two of the women said they would choose to be invisible, and the other said she would choose to fly. Being invisible. Hmmm. They wanted to have the ability to slip into rooms and listen in on others conversations without being detected. I said that I didn’t know what I would do with the information people would say behind closed doors. What if they talked about me unkindly, or had crazy views on things that would upset me? I don’t know how I would process that kind of information and think that it would be more trouble than it is worth. My other friend said she would fly, which makes sense because she has just overcome a fear of water and is now addicted to swimming. That is huge! She has just faced a fear, embraced it and defeated it. Fly on my friend, fly on! I thought my superpower would be something to do with being super brave, or super strong, or even better, super fearless. What would I do if I had no fears? Who would I be if I was afraid of nothing? I find the older I get, the stranger my fears are. I grew up in the frozen North and learned to drive in blinding snowstorms and skid successfully on ice. Now, I have lost, hopefully only temporarily, my mojo to drive in any type of precipitation. Weird. I never used to be like that. I don’t like to drive really at night either. It’s hard to see. So, I am choosing my super hero power to be fearless. How would that look given my relationship with the Lord? Would I be fearless to walk up to a stranger that looked distressed and ask them what I could do for them? Would I ask if I could pray for them? Would I do those things, say those things and be those things I feel Holy Spirit nudging me towards. Stay tuned.  What super power do you choose?

I am heavy laden

Ok, not so much the way you might think, but I carry a large purse that weighs me down. I remember going to see a chiropractor for an adjustment. He noticed my right shoulder was out and asked to see my purse (which I carry on that side). He told me it weighed too much. I got a smaller purse and downsized for a while but that didn’t last long. I upgraded to a good size purse and filled it with everything I thought I would ever need. If I was stranded somewhere, I could live off the contents of my purse. What does this say about me? I am prepared? I think of everything? In church the other day Holy Spirit pointed out my massive suitcase sized purse. I was reminded that Jesus told the disciples in Mark 6 not take anything with them when they went from town to town. They weren’t to take a bag, money, bread, or even extra clothes.  Seriously? How could I be expected to go on a trip with no luggage? That takes a lot of trust. Trust that God will provide everything for you – money, food, clothing, etc. I can’t even leave the house without all those things. I think the Lord is telling me to trust Him more. Trust that He will provide those things I need without me providing them for myself. Ouch. That’s out of my comfort zone. I guess I’ll have to trust Him, and get a smaller purse.