This was the very first verse God spoke to me. September 18, 1999. The first date I ever wrote in my Bible. It's how He brings me back to center. How I know it's Him. When He wants to get my attention. I threw my hands up in the air last night and said I quit. I skipped small group (again) and I ate chips and queso and watched Teen Mom 2 just to make sure He knew I was serious. Very serious. My girl crimped my hair, 80's style. Yes. I am through with this. And so I went to bed because my stomach kinda hurt and I was pretty much exhausted. I skipped my first alarm....and the sixth and the seventh..... Coffee in, kids out. Sit down. To the verse...to Begin Again..... To His plans for me. For the hope He has for my future. To believe that none of this is for my destruction, but for my good. To just show up. Even on the days I quit. Thankful.