Who's Coming With Me?

I have had this clip in my head for so long. It really is quite insightful. Have you ever had any moments like this? I've been thinking of my "Jerry Maguire" moment for a long time. I have imagined myself walking into a certain "place" and looking at a certain "group" of people and saying quite the similar thing... And getting pretty much the same reaction. :) (And just for the record, I am not talking about my church.)

I grew up in the heart of the Bible belt... Brentwood, Tennessee. (I moved to FL with my fam after high school in '94.) It was a great childhood. We had a great life. My dad worked for a large automotive company and my mom was a stay-at-home mom. She taught piano and did catering from our home. My parents made a good living, but they did not spoil us. I have learned so much from the way they raised us. When Matt and I got married, he was working for Universal Studios in their HR department. We realized pretty fast that climbing the corporate ladder was not something we wanted to pursue. That's when his parents coerced him into the family real estate business...something he had tried to stay away from. It was inevitable. Well, slowly but surely we started to "arrive"...if you know what I mean. Life was good. Nice house, nice cars, nice vacations, nice date nights, private school for the kids... Before we knew it we were hanging with quite the elite crowd. La-tee-da, right? It consumed us like a disease. We racked up over $120,000 in debt during those couple of years. I still don't know how. We weren't paying attention, that's how! Anyhow, we woke up and realized we were in over our heads. We pulled the kids out of the private school, homeschooled them, sold a car, got rid of the country club membership, said bye-bye to eating out & our social lives, and started eating beans & rice, rice & beans. Thank the Lord for Dave Ramsey! Within less than 22 months, the debt was GONE. What an amazing adventure that was. So, when I say that I KNOW Who my Provider is, I mean I KNOW. He showed up big time. Don't get me wrong. It was HARD. It was SCARY. It was VERY STRESSFUL. But it was also exciting and we have never been so completely dependant on the Lord as we were during that time... Hanging on for dear life.

Since that time, we have never gone back. We have had ZERO desire to live that way again. I look at those we left behind and wonder... How long until they crack? Are they enjoying themselves? They don't seem happy. They don't look happy. They don't talk like they're happy. They seem so lonely, yet they stay. Do they know they can escape?

THAT'S my "Jerry Maguire" dream. I wish that I had the guts to stand before them and yell, "I'm gettin' the heck outa' this place! Who's comin' with me?!" I think they'd all stare at me in pitty like Jerry's colleagues did. But there's always that one little guy who's willing to take a chance on you. Sometimes that's all you need; just one, right?

There has been a stirring going on in our hearts & heads for the past couple of weeks. That's the only way I know to describe it. It sounds kinda "buzzy" & our adrenaline is pumping. My heart sometimes feels like it's one of those hotwheels zip cars that when you pull the zipper, the car goes flying across the floor... We're not sure of the "Where, When, How, or What" just yet, but we know it's coming soon.

Please keep us in your prayers.

Blessings,
Rebecca