Go-Carting! yeah not so fun.

I just have to share my latest adventure with you.  Not sure why because really it was slightly embarrassing but hey I can laugh at myself.  This past weekend was my youngest sons birthday.  Cooper turned 4.  He is an amazing little guy.  Born 8 weeks early and fought for 40 days in the nicu and was completely healed by Jesus!  We actually celebrated his birthday twice.  Saturday afternoon we had a small party and then yesterday we went to Philly where we celebrated with his cousin who turned 3.   We took all the kids to this indoor park called Arnolds.  It was like a huge arcade.  Go carts, laser tag, video games, carasols, trains, froggers and big bouncey things.  It was a massive wharehouse for kids of all ages.  So we let the kids go nuts and bounce and race and do all the crazy fun rides.  They had a blast! 

After all the fun my husband and sister-in -law thought it would be a great idea to race on some high tech very fast go-carts.  I was like umm yea ok -no thanks.  But they didnt seem to listen to me - I just got the look from my love ... you know the look don't you?  The look was like the look of your doing it and your going to like it and I'm going to beat you and this will be really fun "look".

So we waited in line FOR-EVER and all the other kids actually got to ride before us on the slower carts.  Then it was our turn.  I just realized today that I actually never drove one of these before.  I've driven some slow ones but not these in an actual race on an actual track that was CRAZY.  My husband was laughing at me because 1st of all I don't think I was actually tall enough to drive but I don't think they are very strict w/ there rules.  So they gave me a booster seat.  Yep a booster seat.  That should have been the 1st sign to just turn around and leave.  But no I stuck w/ it.

The race began and my husband was in front of me  and my sister-in-law was behind me and 4 other drivers.  I could hear my sister yelling "step on the gas" - I was.  These go-carts are battery powered so they all must have different speeds.  She flew past me and was triing to beat her brother.  His cart was way too fast.  I was just triing to figure how to drive this thing.  It did not turn very well and everyone was passing me.  Obviously you cant take the corners like you do in Mario Kart.  I tried sliding around a corner- well that left me in a complete 180 facing the wrong direction.  When I realized what I did I started screaming because here came all the other drivers.  They must have all the drivers on video becasue out of no where came some guys running to turn me around.  I somehow got stuck on the wall.  So off I went again.  That probably was my 2nd mistake.  I kept going except a tad slower.  As I rounded the next lap I made my 3rd mistake and looked over at all my adoring fans ( my kids were cheering me on) and as I took the next sharp turn I didn't see someone was behind me and sorta jerked my wheel and someone was triing to pass me and collided with me and smashed me into the wall.  I was completely stunned.  Then when I saw who smashed me I was not very happy.  Who do you think it was?  It was my husband.  And did he stop to make sure I was ok? Nope!  I was completely in tears and pain.  That did not feel very good.  This was suppose to be fun and not dangerous.  Apparently I missed the sign "Drive at your own risk".  So out popped one of the track hands.  He looked down at my face and my tears and said " are you done"? all pitiful like.  I thought about it.  I was sitting there and I was like No! I am not quitting!  Something just sorta rose up inside of me.  I AM NOT QUITTING.  I HAVE NOT COME THIS FAR TO QUIT! 

I did finish the race.  I was burning up!  I am not a quitter and I don't like to thrown out of the race.  Can you relate?  I felt like this was a paralle moment in my life.   I felt this righteous anger well up in me and it pushed me forward.  I know as I continued in the race I could have quit at anytime.  I could have just jetted out the exit.  No one would have blamed me.  Actually everyone probably would have said "thank God".  

I probably should have servere whiplash.  I hit the wall pretty hard.  I felt a shock go comletely through my body.  Last night as I went to bed very sore I asked my hubby to forgive me - I'm not going to lie to you - I was upset with him and I had to repent for my attitude.  Then I asked him to pray for me.  I felt actually better in the morning- well at least body wise.

Before I went to sleep last night I was laying on my bed just talking to God and of course one of my comments was..."Lord please don't ever let me think that go-carts would ever be a great idea again"  but as I sat there thinking of why was I so mad at my husband after it happened.  Then I remembered what Pastor Dave said in his message the day before.  Quote: People that are angy are that way because they are scared.
Now I am not an angry person at all but whenever the kids or my husband get rough like when they are playing around and I get hurt- I get upset.  It was one of those learning moments- you know one of those moments that Papa shows you and then teaches you through it.  Yep that was totally that.

I don't want any obstacle that will hold me back from knowing more of Jesus.  I don't want anything to hold up or get in the way of my intimacy with him. 

Holy Spirit come , check me, remove any root or seed that is not from you and that will hinder our relationship.  Amen.