I used to live in fear that my life would end up like Dave Matthew's song Ant's Marching or the Opening scene of Joe vs the volcano. Get up, drag myself to work, suffer through day after inane day, end up 57 years old, carrying a salesman bag, sitting at the bar of a Chili's restauraunt. I left that world behind almost 3 years ago to answer the call to full time Ministry. I thought it was a re-definition of my reality that would keep me from being an ant marching in the dreariness of a flourescent lit cubice. Three years later I am having to do something else to redefine my reality. But this time I think I figured it out. I need to stop trying to define my reality and let God define it for me. In letting go of that control, I have found incredible freedom. For example, my definition of the reality worth living was sleeping until I woke up; (not that a 5 year old and 2 year old ever let you do that) not being a slave to an alarm clock. What God had for me was not only the alarm clock but setting it earlier than I ever have. Why? To connect with Him, to take seriously the call to give the first hour of my day to Him.