After Calie and I heard loudly and clearly that we needed to establish a deeper relationship with God, I took the first step. I set aside some time for him. My days are busy, with a hectic work schedule, two small children and on and on. But every morning I have a 30 minute commute. Historically, I would use this time to catch up with friends, listen to sports radio or plan for the latest “big meeting” at the office. I decided to give this time to God and see what he might do with it. Well, at least for a few days. By Thursday, I had slipped back into my routine of concurrently running an iPod, six-disc changer, satelitte radio, blackberry and tall cup of coffee. My quiet time had come and gone like a New Year’s resolution.

But then something interesting happened. I left for the office the next morning, reached over to grab my satellite radio remote and then noticed that my radio had been stolen during the previous night. There I was, driving along with a big hole in my dash. It was like God was saying, “Okay, let’s try this again. Do I have your attention now?” That morning I got back to business with regular quiet time.

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