Sometimes when I want a thought to really take root I repeat it. Out loud. Each time emphasizing a different word.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

You get the drift. Funny thing. This time no matter which word I lent force to nothing resonated.

Until I got to the punctuation mark.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

I am the thirteenth Disciple!

I am the thirteenth Disciple?

Can you guess where I landed? Yup. Big. Fat. Question mark.

Lovely. (Not really.) That’s not where I wanted my “exercise” to go. But Jesus has never been one to be fooled. What followed was an honest conversation between Him and me.

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Hey friends! Yesterday I was blessed to share my story of what being a 13th disciple means to me over at Suzie Eller’s #livefree community. I hope you’ll hop over and check it out. A piece of my heart is there. I also gave a go at the whole video thing. If you don’t mind looking at a women who blinks like a frog in a hailstorm you can check out the video as well!

I’m going to have to shove off until next Monday (no post tomorrow). I’m headed to North Carolina to meet new friends. I can’t wait to tell them more about what it means to be a DoAhead Woman…a woman of vision. I’m anticipating great things as God teaches us to see ourselves as He sees us!

Have a blessed week DoAheads! I’ll see you Monday!

Your DoAhead Friend,

Cindy