God has been granting me these amazing and amazingly funny little lessons lately that’s getting my attention and sharpening my focus in a major way. That reminded me of an “incident” about two or three years ago that certainly solidified my notion that He’s speaking to me and will get my attention however He can, always kind enough to add a bit of humor or a needed life lesson in for extra measure.

As I often do, I wasted food on my lap one morning a few years ago at work. To let you in on a little secret, it was a deliciously, greasy piece of brown sugar-enriched, protein-laden meat (HAM, that is) that found its way to one of my favorite purple dress I’ve had for years. The succulent slice brought along with it enough oily substance to moisturize a small child. I was devastated. I’m talking near tears that would have further ruined my Maybeline mascara.
I wiped the huge spot with a soaked paper towel, but the stain and water would not go away with the average brown restroom paper towel. Not only was this a fiasco, but it just so happen to have happened on a day I had to conduct a three hour training. The risk taker in me decided I would simply head home and hopefully make it back in time to prepare for, and present the training. So I jumped in my car with a huge, wet stain on my dress and decided to drive all the way from downtown Birmingham, Alabama to the outer skirts of Alabaster to change dresses and be back by 9am. (I see now that wasn’t the wisest thing to think I could do. For those of you who don’t know, that’s about a 45 minute drive one way on the best early morning drive time kind of day.) 

On this particular day it was freezing, cold outside. When I hopped in the car I turned the heat up to the highest level, traveled down 4th Avenue North, made it to I-65 South just before the 4th Avenue South Exit and realized that while I was driving I couldn’t see the big water mark on my dress. (Do you see where this is going?)
Not only did the dress dry, but the oily stain was gone and instead of being away for well over an hour I was back in about 11 1/2 minutes. All I had to do was ride out. Now my mind cues the lyrics and beat to a popular old-school hip hop song by DJ Trans and the Shake Something Crew (Don’t Google them)…”It’s time to ride out“…. #RideOnOut

The moral of this story: The heat in your life will help you if you just ride it out.

@AngelaMMoore316