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Remember when I posted this, oh, about a week ago on social media?
Fun fact about Lincee: I lose my keys an average of six times a year. They are almost always in the ignition of my locked car. I am a creature of habit. If my “exiting the car” routine is thwarted, I will undoubtedly lock my keys in there. In fact, I used to do it so much in high school, that I had a spare car key in the principal’s office. And the guys down at Tommy’s filling station knew me by name. (Is that small town, or what?!) I’m surprised they didn’t all pitch in to buy me a Slim Jim lock pick for my birthday.
This latest adventure took a mysterious turn. Allow me to explain.
I hve my keys in my hand. I leave my apartment, lock the door and walk to my car (roughly 50 steps away) to fetch my sunglasses. I retrieve them, lock the car door and at that moment I realize my credit card is inside my purse inside the house. I walk back, unlock the door, walk five steps into my den to get my card, turn around and walk five steps back out the door and lock it. That’s when I discovered my car key was no longer hanging on my key chain.
Unfazed, I open my apartment door again, grab my spare and head out to the car to retrieve the lost key. I study the ground from point A to point B and find nothing. I search my car and find nothing. I go back in side and search the FIVE STEPS I walked and find nothing. I search my pockets, my purse, under the rug, under the chair, my hair, my bra and my shoes. Nothing. For the next 30 minutes, I looked for a key that had to have dropped somewhere in the span of about two minutes. NOTHING. I combed through bushes by my door and along the walk from my door to my car, which is 80% concrete by the way. I searched under the actual car, as well as underneath the seats. I found several gum balls, a pen, two hair clips and a petrified chip that had to have been there since 2005. But no key.
For three days, this has weighed on my mind. I scoured the landscape and even took a flashlight out at night to shine in the bushes to see if the metal part of the key would catch the light. I was anxious because it HAD to be somewhere. But it’s not. I’m irritated because I can’t find it and I’ve taken up four paragraphs of this post so each one of you will feel the sheer frustration of this situation. What is wrong with me?
Janet Jackson had an entire album dedicated to my problem. It’s called control.
I want to fix this situation. It seems easy enough, yet I can’t solve what’s in front of me. And that is as annoying as it gets. I have a decision to make. Am I going to let this rip a hole in the lining of my stomach? Or am I going to let it go?
Have you ever felt that you can’t catch a break? Does your life feel out of whack?
Dear reader, I am right there with you. It’s very easy for me to be self-reliant and trust myself. It’s quite different to admit my faults, face my weaknesses and trust that God is going to guide me where He wants me, regardless of this life list I’m dying to check off.
I saw NEEDTOBREATHE in concert Friday night. I’m writing a separate post about their amazing new album, but I couldn’t help but sharing a few of the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, “Multiplied.”
God of mercy sweet love of mine
I have surrendered to Your design
May this offering stretch across the skies
And these Hallelujahs
Surrender. As someone who has mastered controlling environments and situations, I find the act of surrendering to be a daunting task. I know it requires sacrifice and sometimes I’m just too selfish to participate.
But I’m working on it. With every lost key, God is reminding me that He has a plan. He has a great design that stretches beyond anything my controlling mind could fathom. He’s got this. I need to hand over the reigns and rejoice in the inevitable glory that He will receive if I just let go.
At least that’s the plan for the next time I lose my keys.
Happy Friday everyone! Here are a few links to get you to quittin’ time!
In honor of school starting, here are few pictures of children who were less than thrilled to pose for a first day picture. The choke hold really cracks me up.
You can read this post about what the sun really thinks of you. I’ll be over here soaking in a vat of sunscreen.
I have a friend who thinks everyone needs to know a few good jokes off the top of their head. Here are several two-liners that should get the party started!
Break out the Kleenex. This woman captured the exact moment when her mother (who has Alzheimer’s) remembered that she was her daughter. It’s true love in less than a minute.
Here is a unique look at famous movie scenes in real life. So cool. So creative.
When I was in fourth grade, I won the Citizen Bee award and was called up to the podium in front of the entire school. Of course the principal looked at my uniquely spelled name and enthusiastically instructed “Linky Ray” to join her on stage. I looked around for the foreign exchange student who was lucky enough to win such a prestigious award and was quickly ushered out of my seat by my teacher.
Needless to say, Linky stuck through high school, morphed into Slinky and was later shortened to Slink. To this day, a handful of people call me Slink, including my high school friend Julie, my niece and everyone standing around my niece at any given moment because she has never heard of this stranger named Lincee.