Today, dear friends and I went to Six Flags over Georgia.
It was 400 degrees (probably low 90's)
We sweated like pigs
We had a blast...
I would love to tell you all about SFOG, but it really doesn't matter. It was any normal trip to an amusement park.
But then, in the midst of the chaos of the ride home, the Holy Spirit totally busted me about what I had not been praying about.
I actually CRIED.
Dear Jesus, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I cry ALL. THE. TIME. anymore and I'm starting to think it's ridiculous!
Honestly, I think all my crying is a direct result of my not praying about these things though. And it was so strange that it had to happen in the midst of our entertaining ride home.