This morning I woke up at the usual time to go jogging. I always set my alarm for six but don't actually wake up until about six thirty. It's really weird how my mind just knows that's it's six thirty because I don't hit snooze, I just turn the alarm off. Well I guess I feel like I need to jog to not gain anymore wait because it's not like I'm losing any. I guess I eat too much, too much candy, too much M&M's and oreos. So that's not the point, this morning I get up to go jogging and I am usually all alone here in this neighborhood. My brother lives over here on Bass Blvd so I figured that it's pretty safe. There is no one out when I'm jogging except for this little shiatsu that meets me in the same spot almost every morning.

Well this morning was really different. I was feeling so sleepy but got up anyway and headed out the door. I usually walk up to the corner, about ten feet, and get to jogging right away. I try to not jog with my head down, so as soon as I catch myself I lift it up right away. Well as soon as I take off I am staring down the street and it's a way down to the end. I think that I see the shape of someone but since it's Halloween I figured that it's just decorations. As I am getting closer I see the shape of a kid standing on the curb but closer to the street than the curb. I'm anxious to get there so I pick it up a little and sure enough it's a little boy. I'm looking around for someone but I don't see anyone else. I stop at him and I say hi and he says hi back. He looked about five or so, and I ask him what he is doing out all alone. He said something that made me laugh in a scary situation like this, he said he couldn't sleep. I asked him which house was his and he pointed to it. So I walked over and rang the door bell. Someone finally came to the door and I just said " I found him outside". His dad was freaking out and thanked me and asked me how far down he was. I said not far and started walking away but then turned around really quickly and asked the little boy if that was his dad? He said yes and then I felt dumb for asking.

I couldn't stop thinking about that little boy today. I was just so grateful to God for putting me there this morning even though I was so sleepy and tempted to sleep in. It's weird how we start wondering the "what ifs", it's like we expect the worst. I hope you all aren't thinking I should have called CPS. I mean it could have happened to anyone right? I did think it was weird that he was able to reach the locks. Wonder why people don't put higher locks on the doors anymore. Now it's just the lock on the door knob and one right above it.

The Second Best Day Ever

When I first got saved, like everyone else, I wanted the people closest to me to know and feel what I did. I was the last of my brothers and sisters to get saved. I am really, really close to my mom and dad, so of course I always wanted to be with them. I guess you can say that I didn't want to stop going to church (catholic) with them. My brother Saul, favorite I might add, came home from the military a saved man. I saw this amazing change in him and within a year or so, three more brothers and two sisters were saved.

So finally last but not least, I was saved. A while later my mom got saved, but for some reason I wasn't worried at all about her. However, I did have this great burden about my dad. Now he almost always listens to me and pretty much spoils me. I was use to this so it was very frustrating to me that he wouldn't listen about the most important thing I could say to him. I mean listen as in change, because I could talk to him, but he just wouldn't except Him.

So time passed and my brother Frank was pretty much the only brother I had left to help me reach my dad. Everyone else slowly started backsliding away from God. I would get bummed out a lot because when I would pray for my dad, I always thanked God for giving me so many brothers and sisters. I just figured that since there are so many of us, one of us was bound to reach my dad. Well, Frank knew how I felt and he would just tell me to never lose faith. One day at Franks house his wife Margie's sister prayed with me. I didn't know Frank told her my desire. She said something to me that gave me the greatest peace. She said that God would not take my dad until he was saved. So from that day on I simply quit worrying about it just like that. I still prayed and I should have known to just leave it in His hands.

This past Sunday, my dad was finally saved. I say finally because it really felt like forever to me. Frank started bringing his pastor around to family gatherings. My dad really grew to like the pastor. Frank little by little started taking my dad to church with him. I was the first person Frank called to tell. Gods timing is what it all is, and not mine. It's really hard to remember that when you don't leave it in His hands. You keep thinking about it and worrying about it and it's worthless to do that, because it's not up to you at all. How easy it would be if I could just remember that from the get go huh?