This is a real picture of what I walked out to yesterday morning before I went to church. I was completely fenced in by one of the 25 grad students (not really 25 but if feels that way) living across the street from our house. If you look closely at the photo, you will notice that there was a ton of room behind this car - but No! they had to park right behind my truck. Hilarious. I have had to knock on their door, and knock on their door, well over 15 minutes of knocking and doorbell ringing each time, and I've probably done this about 10 times now just to ask them to move cars so that I can back out my truck. Didn't this surfer-dude grad student know that I had important church matters to attend to and that I had this personal tradition of driving my truck to worship each Sunday morning!? It was funny to observe my insides getting all spun out over something as silly as this Lexus fencing me in. Did I want to spend the next 15 minutes knocking on their door, and ringing the bell, waiting for someone to come to the door? What did I really want to convey to my neighbors on this Sunday morning? In the end I just took another car, and laughed at myself. It is truly amazing how easily I can be thrown off, and angered by the silliest things. So I kinda wonder if yesterday morning might have been God's little way of reminding me that no matter how much I think I've grown (and thank God for helping me grow as much as I have) I still have a long way to go before I really resemble Jesus.