Dylan walks up to me this morning and holds out his pointing finger then says. "This is why I couldn't breathe. I had to get this out of the way." I turn to look and there is a huge booger on the end of his finger. He was proud to show me this big obsticle he had removed from his air passage. Being the proud father that I am, I replied "Wow, that's a big one. I'm glad you got it out ok."
Lately at my house we have been working hard at removing a nasty obsticle from our lives. We spent the beginning of our marriage building up and collecting debt. Now we are working hard to remove it. We want to be free to give and have a financial part in God's work at Garr Church. I'm not talking about tithe. I married a woman that will not even let me think about not giving regular tithe. We are talking about having the freedom to do anything God asks us to. We have been working on removing this obsticle for some time now and I have noticed something during this time. I am very ashamed to tell people about it. It's kinda like picking a booger in the car. You feel like no one can see you because no one is in the car with you, however, there are usually plenty of observers watching what you do. How hard you work at it, how deep you dig. Unlike when I pick a booger in my car, you better believe that I will hold out my finger, point it toward God, and tell all that will celebrate with me that I have removed the obsticle that was keeping me from living freely.
