And back by popular demand--------well it was just really one person that said, "when you going to write another blog" and they were making fun of me. But sometimes thats all it takes to get er going.

This post will not be dealing with puke or poo. I learned my lesson the hard way. People don't like that conversation. (why do I God? why do i think its so darn funny?) Once again I am sitting in Prescott and I am trying my hardest to meet people. This is a task that is much harder than you would think. (Side note i put then instead of than and good ole auto correct sniffed er out)


 I see that there are a lot of garage sales going on and I see signs everywhere. I began to think--"God are you pointing me in a direction?" Suddenly my pulse begins to race. Ya i get it ---people are at the sales --shopping, drinking coffee, and just having a great time looking for all the bargains. I'M IN!

I start following the first sign---it was one of those you can buy in the store. Bright neon yellow and I think to myself. "Self anyone who would go buy a sign at the store is not messing around" They understand that this sign needs to be flashy and bright and very clear. ---I found the first sale and BOOM --junk! just some old lady sitting there by herself with a bunch of moth ball style crap. i couldnt even get out of my truck. The only thing that was interesting was she was wrapped in a Green Bay Packer SNUGGIE. i should have went just because of that but.......

Sign 2
This lady must have been up the majority of the night making signs. She just used some pink paper--Obviously just to make it POP a little---and a sharpie. She was in it to win it though. She made about 100 of these bad boys and she was not afraid to put them on every intersection in town. She wanted people to know! i followed the signs around every neighborhood. i even began to think to myself. "is she drunk" i finally came to the sale.----"O God, this must be the Almighty sign, please let this sale be the one" i walked in and there sat the owner. She looked up at me and pertner growled. So i said Hi. then she went back to staring at her garage floor. Yup this was fun. I looked around at the junk and began to wonder--who would buy this stuff? Then i left.

I was driving down the road: frustrated. so like any perfectly sane person would do---I punched the crap out of my steering wheel and yelled up to the sky. "Cmon God SUPWITDAT!"  I felt like I popped a vessel in my eyeball and had snot bubbles the size of golf balls. I need this sale. Wheres the sale for dudes? The one that has some tools and a fishing pole maybe a pizza maker. Where is the junkie golf clubs. Maybe a bike. I dont know, maybe even a folding chair. You know "the dude bait"

After I came down from this wonderful place, I began to think, (yes here it is folks :)

We can make our lives look appealing. We can put out all kinds of signs that make you want to come check us out. We can spend all of our time trying to bring you closer.  But many times we forget the next step!

We need to have something for others to have. They came to us for something. They followed your stupid pink sign-----NOW WHAT!
 "For you have been called to live in freedom--not freedom to satisfy your sinful nature, but freedom to serve on another in LOVE. For the whole law can be summed up in this one command: LOVE your neighbor as yourself" Galatians 5: 13,14

Anyone want to garage saling with me? ITS A BLAST!