I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!

The 4th of July started uneventful enough since we decided not to let the kids be in the parade. (Yeah, yeah, mean mommy...oy.) As we cruised toward Village Inn for a dose of carbs and sugar, we passed a parking lot where my husband spotted a body in the weeds!

If you've been reading my blog for long, you know that we have a sad homeless problem here in town, and people on the side of the road are not uncommon. But this was different, the dude was half in the bushes, half out, and he wasn't moving. Not. One. Inch.

We stopped, but not sure if we had a crime scene on our hands, we stayed in the car and dialed 911. The tots lobbed question after question while we watched for rescuers. (It all happened so fast, they figured out something grim was up.) Less than 2 minutes later, we pulled forward (our view blocked by a building) as an ambulance came onto the scene.

I held my breath, and waited.

Moments later, the presumed-dead man rounded the corner....pumping his fist in the air as though he'd won the lottery!

I can't remember the last time I woke up so excited--and I wake up in a bed. Could I learn from this? But yes! God's mercy is new every day, and every day is full of possibilities. Who knows what's in store? Jesus came so that we can have abundant life. Heaven is awesome to look forward to, but we can have BIG LIFE here and now. Woohoo!

So friends, pump your fist in the air and make the most of today!