After I had dinner with my son a couple of weeks ago, I did something I was taught to do years ago….do the next thing.

Yes, that simple.

Do the next thing.

My son and I both had lamented to each other that we were in weird places with our faith. Just dry. Or something. Just off.

It was kind of refreshing that he understood exactly what I was feeling. We could almost finish each others sentences as we were expressing our thoughts.

So, I have been in a funk lately. Nothing is wrong, but life just seems weird.

Ever been in a weird place? I begged God yesterday to please re-kindle my spirit. LIGHT a fire in my heart, Lord. I need a nudge, a push, something….anything.

I think when life seems mundane, and slow, and molasses dripping…our faith can often be revealed the most. Or at least that is what my 20 year old son and I came up with over chips and salsa at the local Mexican restaurant last night.

Suddenly, I jostle awake. My eyes scream open, my heart rate soars. I look over at the clock, praying it’s very close to the 5:00 am wake up.

It’s not.

2:11 am.

Here we go. Again….