Life is a Highway**

**Disclaimer: This is one driver's account of her encounter with God. Any feelings of conviction should be taken to God.

I love to drive. I don't really understand all the talk about engine size, but I love to drive. It was on a beautiful Saturday afternoon that I was zipping along the expressway that I discovered there was a price to my love of driving. I have been praying lately that I would be more sensitive to the Holy Spirit's conviction. So I asked, as I was driving, if there was anything I had just written off as no big deal. And, of course, He said, "What about your driving?" as I passed by the speed limit sign at a high rate of speed. I replied, "But I love to drive. . .I'll just pay the fine." This caused God to raise an eyebrow, I am sure. He then politely said, "Oh, really. Are you willing to pay the penalty for all your other sin?" At that I slowed down and moved out of the fast lane with a much different outlook on sin and it's penalty.

Follow the bouncing ball

Yesterday, I carried off my first ever surprise birthday kidnapping. I think the most surprising part of the adventure was our activity for the day - karaoke. It is a favorite past-time in Asia, but I think it was a first for many in our group of American ladies. It was also very interesting to note some striking differences in our cultural approaches to karaoke.

Asians - karaoke is very serious on the performance aspect with heartfelt solos and a love the microphone

Americans - we like belting out the tunes, but no one picked up the mic to save their lives. It was more like a group sing along.

But for all karaoke singers, there was the common exclamation of "I remember when this song came out . . ."