Sometimes I go to sleep without brushing my teeth.

Not tonight. But sometimes.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy minty breathe. But instead I get ready to go brush and…

Meh.

This is usually about an hour after I lecture my daughter on healthy gum habits. We’ve started brushing her tongue. I think I heard someone say that’s a good thing to do.

Meh.

I think for some of you this might be an inaccessible thought or idea. Maybe it’s ‘The Simpsons’ coming out of me after all these years. Or maybe we just all hide it well. We all have meh moments.

Gulp.

I used to love drinking Dr. Pepper. I’d stop on the way to the office and get 44 ounces of it to fuel my afternoon (dependency). Then I realized 44 ounces is a lot. Then I moved to France. Good luck finding it.

That’s one kind of gulp. There’s a totally different kind too. You know when you get ready to do something and say ‘here goes’ or when in France, ‘bonne chance’ (This phrase is common here. I don’t think they mean it quite as sarcastically as I think we do in America but it still enters my ears like that.)

We stand on the CUSP of a gulp moment. There are visas. Documents. Drivers Licenses.

There’s that ole pesky church plant.

It’s exciting but it’s terrifying. I think the word for that is exilirating. I have so much more to learn. We have so much more to apply. You have so much more to pray for.

I’ve been up reading and listening to hymns and music. It’s 1 am. One of the songs had this line:

‘You’re what I’m counting on.’

It’s true. It’s not far fetched. I’m counting on God. In all my messy, non toothbrushed, dr pepperless spirit. I’m counting on God.

You should too. It’s exhilarating.