My husband and I caravaned through the Gorge yesterday, he about an hour behind me. It seemed like one of us was always in a "dead spot" with limited cell reception. When I would drive into a place with better cell service, then he would be in a "gappy" area.

It made me think about God.

Because no matter how far heaven is from earth, the connection is always crystal clear. You won't see me climbing on the backs of benches, holding my phone up to the sky, yelling to the speakerphone -- "can you hear me now?"

God's phone plan has the best coverage ever.
Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings
to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute—
you're already there waiting!
Psalm 139:7-10
But sometimes I'm like the two-year-old in the backseat. Pointing and yelling in guttural tones, hoping to get the point across. Dissatisfied when my immature methods of communication don't seem to be understood.

There He is -- behind the steering wheel of my life -- doing His very best to figure out if I'm asking for water or a snack. Always giving me His best.

--One Thousand Gifts--
63. Listening to three other people sleep-breathing in the same hotel room.
64. Early morning hallway blogging. 
65. Excited little people who loved the elevator and the pool last night. 
66. Anticipation. 
67. Jazzercise away from home.