HOW DID I GET HERE?

Hands in my pockets humming and minding my own business then...

BAM!     Problems, pains and debt hit my life.

WHY? I cry out to God: sobbing and complaining.

I ask myself...   "How in the world did I get here?" 

How did I get into debt?
How did I get sick?
How did I get to the point that I cannot even walk without pain?
How? How? How? (the slapping of the forehead is a must.)

Think hard, Karla. You really know 'HOW'.

I had not been obedient to all of God's small course corrections.

Airplane pilots say to stay on course they must make small course corrections all the time. If they don't then instead of landing in Tulsa they would land in Timbuktu.

Hmmm...so those small 'Course Corrections' God is prompting me to do - they will keep me out of debt. Keep me healthy.  Keep me from crashing into a mountain!

Everyday, I must take time to turn off the media, all those yelling voices vying for my attention. I must get quiet and hear the voice of God. I must listen for His small course corrections for my personal life so I will end up where I should be: God's perfect will for my life.

Turn the dial.
Set the course.
The sky is the limit.