Hello, thank you for joining me today for Give Him 15. And the title of today's post is

The Choice. I'm going to blow your doors off. My frustration could no longer be contained

on this particular morning's commute in 1988

to teach at Christ for the Nations Institute in Dallas.

I was running late that day, and as was often the case, my three-year-old daughter,

Sarah was with me so she could attend the preschool classes.

When we pulled out of our subdivision, we ended up behind an elderly man driving an old pickup truck at about 20 miles an hour.

After following him for about five minutes on a country road that offered no opportunity to pass,

we finally turned on to a four-lane highway.

By this time, I had totally lost my patience, and as I zoomed by his vehicle, I mumbled,

man, I'm going to blow your doors off.

Sarah was quiet for the next two or three miles, which I thought was rather unusual.

Then, with great concern in her voice, she asked, Daddy, why are you going to blow that man's doors off?

While watching Sesame Street, she had recently heard the story of the three little pigs

and how the big, bad wolf had blown their houses down.

Now she was picturing me, literally blowing the doors off this man's truck.

She had obviously been thinking about this non-stop since hearing my exclamation and was rather

alarmed and puzzled.

Try explaining to a three-year-old why passing a person's car is sometimes described as

blowing their doors off.

Then, of course, she needed to know that I really didn't dislike this elderly gentleman,

just his driving.

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