He shut the door of his car and walked toward the bank. There were a handful of people inside who had no idea what was about to happen. The mysterious man walked through the first set of double doors, then the second. He was a man on a mission, and nothing would get in his way. It was about 930am and the reason I know that is because I had an appointment scheduled at that very bank at that very time.
The man was subtle about his mission. He walked inside, looked around, then did what he came there to do. Before you go calling the cops or Googling bank robberies in Nashville, I’ll confess the man in this story was me. And I was there to talk to an investment banker about my money’s future. Nothing mysterious about that at all! In fact, it’s downright #adultlife. But there’s another gentleman that works for the bank who was there also. I met him last fall and afterwards, left feeling so encouraged. Back then, we chatted about a lot of things including our faith in God.
So when I saw him this time I asked if he had any wisdom he could pass along and he shared this with me, “Trust God, even when you can’t trace Him.” Again, I left very encouraged. The Christian life can sometimes get complicated (or seem complicated) but it’s so important to remember that it’s really not that complicated at all.
Love God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength. That’s it. Do this, and everything else will take care of itself. He’s got a plan, and we can trust Him with our lives.
Hope you’re having a great June out there!
-Out of the Wilderness
Usually when I return to Nashville after these vacations I’m exhausted, sleepy, hungry, and in need of some good ol’ R&R. It’s ironic that the reason I left Nashville was for some good ol’ R&R! But when you’re the self-proclaimed favorite fun uncle, there’s not much time for rest. I have 7 nieces and a nephew and was so blessed to see all of them in Florida this particular trip. The activities revolved around beach-y, ocean-y things, which we all enjoy for the most part. Except when you get hurled off a tube traveling at 57 mph. How do I know the tube was traveling that fast? My smart brother-in-law (he’s an engineer, as you’d guess after I say the next part of this sentence) figured out the speed using formulas and graphs and trajectories and diagrams. He tried ambitiously to explain it to my sister and I but he lost us at “So this graph here…” If there were three things I wasn’t really ever good at, it was math.
And yes, I have pink toe nails. Price I gotta pay to keep on bein’ the fun uncle!
I don’t claim to know everything about social media, Internet or text lingo. In fact, I’m always pretty far behind the curve. Like, you’ve probably been saying bahaha for years. I get it. I typically go with a simple haha. I never lol. Doesn’t seem to fit my style. Now and then I’ll throw in a muahaha but only after saying something villainish. I live in Nashville. Maybe I should say muahahaw? Sounds more Nashvillainish. Here’s a guide to my definitions of laughing through your device:
Out of the Wilderness 