This is definitely one of THOSE mornings

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...Rounding the corner I didn't notice the Michael Kors display. The valet guys faded into the background and the only thoughts running through my mind were "Wow I feel like a brat! Skipping around appreciating mochas, you should try to help him!..Does he even want a breakfast taco? While you're contemplating turning back he's probably thinking up a sneak attack right now...where's your pepper spray?...Venita stop it, he's not going to attack you he's just hungry."

I stop, feel bad, keep walking, stop again, but keep walking and look at my feet as I slowly drag them up the entry steps. I quickly avoid the front desk guy's eyes because I just KNOW he KNOWS I didn't give the homeless guy a breakfast taco, get in the elevator and let each beep of the floor tell me how terrible I am (26 beeps). Back at home, I sit on the couch close my eyes and ponder- I used to be more carelessly brave about sharing my God with other people. I used to not let fear keep me from giving a hungry man something to eat. I wish I could write that I bounded off the couch, rushed back to the cafe and ordered another taco and with stern concentration did not rest until I sought out that homeless man to give it to him. Instead I sat on my couch, blogged to you guys about it, told God "thanks" for all my blessings, and realize that He is the one who did a sneak attack on me. Not to invoke guilt, but to smile on me and make me think about the things that really matter. So I will probably spend the rest of today thinking about where I could be giving back the things I enjoy the most about Him; whether it's His love, His resources, or His gifts. This is definitely one of THOSE mornings.