PLEASE DON'T OPEN THE DOOR

Sitting back to enjoy a steaming cup of my favorite coffee, I proudly surveyed all of my accomplishments from a busy morning. The floors were swept and steamed clean, the granite countertops were cleared and washed and the stainless steel appliances were polished and gleaming.  Yes indeed, I had earned a break and as I inhaled the delicious aroma ascending from my cup, I felt so satisfied and was so proud…then I opened the refrigerator and my momentary euphoria evaporated as swiftly as the steam off the cup of coffee.

I wanted to quickly shut the door.  Who would know?  My neighbor, stopping by for a little chat, had no need to open my refrigerator for a quick peek.  Steve wouldn’t notice. To his undiscerning eye, the refrigerator looked the same as when he opened it and pulled out a Diet Coke yesterday.  Just sit back, enjoy the coffee, read a little face book; no one can see inside the door…but I knew!!!

Finally giving in to the aggravating little thing I call a conscience, the coffee was set aside and I tackled the task of cleaning the inside of the refrigerator.  There were week-old leftovers and year-old pickles, stale, moldy bread ends, month-old almond milk and an expired jar of salsa.  After throwing out the old and setting aside the fresh, the shelves and drawers were scrubbed clean…how could I have ignored the sticky goo of dripping syrup or the multiple rings of dried milk, a little applesauce in this corner and dried crumbs in the other.  Did I really ignore them or had they just become such a part of the refrigerator that I no longer even noticed?  After a little elbow grease and mercilessly tossing stale and expired food in the garbage, the job was done…now for that cup of coffee.

Back to my life…how many times have I gotten everything “just right” and settled back in satisfaction only to have God open my “refrigerator door.”  Oh yes, the outside was polished and gleaming.  I had on the right clothes, my hair was fixed to perfection, my shoes and purse matched and a self-righteous smile was plastered on my face.  I said all the right words at the appropriate times, nodded my head in agreement to all the correct Biblical passages and prayed my pious little prayers before I nodded off to sleep.  But please, DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!!!

Sometimes we become so accustomed to the dank, stale air on the inside that it becomes a new normal.  We shove in a fresh word, pushing back the stale, moldy bread of yesterday’s experience hoping no one will notice.  We keep little bowls of envy and a jar of bitterness to remind us of ancient hurts, not realizing that they have multiplied and taken root…there are actually things feeding off them and growing in those containers.  Then there are the little crumbs and bits of goo in the corners that have been there so long that we have begun to embrace them as just part of the scenery.

It is time to apply some “Spiritual Elbow Grease.” 

Don’t be afraid to exchange yesterday’s experience with a fresh encounter in the presence of God…get rid of that moldy bread.  The bitterness and envy that has been growing and multiplying, TOSS IT OUT; container and all.  Finally, spend some time on your knees and allow the Holy Spirit to sweep away the crumbs and wash away the goo.  Now, pick up that Bible and put all the good and fresh stuff back on your shelves…It’s time to enjoy that refreshing drink from the Springs of Living Water.  Go ahead; don’t be afraid, OPEN THE DOOR!

I CANNOT UNSEE YOU

“Why I do not post selfies.  I am well aware of what I look like, I have a mirror.  That does not mean that you need to be subjected to the visual also.”  I posted this “tongue in cheek” update a couple of weeks ago after seeing some particularly unflattering selfies posted on personal Face book pages.  We are subjected to pictures of people looking in a bathroom mirror, holding a phone in front of their face; pictures of cut toes, bruised fingers, spider bites, surgical wounds and the before pictures as we are wheeled into surgery; pictures of appetizing and half-eaten, unappetizing meals and the list goes on.  I enjoy seeing pictures of your kids, grandkids and the fun vacation you are enjoying but here is a bit of wisdom, “EVERY PICTURE YOU POST, ONCE VIEWED CAN NEVER BE UNSEEN!”

I was raised in an innocent environment, where the “evils” of television included “I Love Lucy” and “Leave it to Beaver.”  During my teenage years, the sit-coms became more “risqué,” with shows such as “Happy Days” and the “Brady Bunch.”  Since I was raised without a television in my home, I was for the most part, blissfully unaware that such “hedonistic” offerings were available for my viewing pleasure. (Yes, I am being a bit sarcastic).  I wonder what the Fonz would have tweeted or what provocative poses Joanie would have posted on Chachi’s wall?  Would Mr. & Mrs. Cleaver have explained how to respect others and post responsibly on Social Media to Wally and The Beav?  They dealt with the issues of their day and time just as parents must do now.  PARENTS, in order to deal with the issues of today, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE SAND and make yourself aware of how SOCIAL MEDIA is affecting you and your children; THEY CANNOT UNSEE THINGS ONCE THEY HAVE BEEN SEEN!

WARNING….DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE ALREADY OFFENDED OR FEAR YOU MAY BECOME OFFENDED!  Now I know I have your attention and you have no choice but to keep reading….so here goes.

PARENTS, ADULT ROLE MODELS, YOUNG ADULTS WHO HOPE TO BE ROLE MODELS SOMEDAY, this segment is for you.  The pictures and status updates you post MATTER!  You are affecting and influencing someone; someone you may not even know, YET!  This weekend I saw a picture posted by a sweet lady of herself and a friend in a provocative pose.  Now before you accuse me of being a PRUDE (which I am guilty as charged), let me say, I’m sure she meant it to be funny but anything ONCE SEEN CANNOT BE UNSEEN!  How do you desire others to view you; as the latest sex symbol or faithful wife; partying playboy or adoring husband; available bombshell or the girl that cares enough about herself to use a little discretion.  Every day I read stories of people being fired from jobs, being eliminated as a candidate from a position, being cyber-bullied, and arrested for forwarding nude pictures sent to them from a friend – if the subject is under 18, it is called “Child Pornography.”

A few years ago, when SEXTING first became popular and was actually given the name, I talked with a Godly mother who had found provocative and pornographic pictures on her son’s phone.  Unfortunately, she knew the young lady who was the daughter of another Godly mother.  After explaining the sin and the legal ramifications of sending and receiving such pictures, her next warnings to her son were so awesome that I have never forgotten them.  She said, “Someday this young lady will grow up and God has great plans for her.  Unfortunately, these pictures will still be out there somewhere, on someone’s phone or in someone’s cloud, how do you think she will feel if that someone wants to post them or share them, then?  What if she repents and becomes a pastor or missionary wife and suddenly her ill-chosen selfies goes viral?  You need to delete the pictures, now and tell her to please not send anymore.”

Social Media gaffs are not just limited to high school and college students; PARENTS what are you posting on your page, tweeting on your Twitter or forwarding through Instagram?   IT MATTERS!!  Do I reflect Jesus Christ in my pictures, my poses, the clothing choices I pose in, my status updates or articles shared?  Do I point people to the cross or titillate their imaginations with me as the central character?  Do I encourage or stir up a “Hornet’s Nest” that would best be left alone?  Whatever you post will help form an image of you that will stick in the minds of the people to whom you are connected.  The next time you are ready to click “share” on your phone, remember, once the picture is posted, I CANNOT UNSEE YOU!

FITLY JOINED TOGETHER

There is no better activity on a snowy winter day than putting together a jigsaw puzzle.  My favorites include the ones that are 1000-1500 pieces with big splashes of color.  The first step is to separate all the “edge” pieces from the "interior" pieces and began assembling the puzzle’s frame.  Sometimes I actually set up a series of small plastic bowls and sort the interior pieces by dominant color, before I begin.  Whatever method you use, it is so very satisfying to step back and view your progress as you steadily fit the pieces together.  As I continue “working it,” I keep sneaking glances at the top of the box, which shows a picture of the completed puzzle, to remind myself that if I can find and fit in only a few pieces an hour, my reward will be a beautifully completed jigsaw puzzle, “FITLY JOINED” together; creating a finished masterpiece.

Have you ever felt as if your life is a “jigsaw puzzle?”  Perhaps you have found all of the “edge” pieces and managed to build the puzzle frame.  You’ve accomplished the first step of putting your puzzle together and you are on your way.  Now comes the hard part, putting all the interior pieces in their exact locations.  You step back to take a look and instead of viewing the beginning of a beautiful masterpiece, you find an “outside” of perfectly joined “edge” pieces surrounding a jumble of ill-fitting “interior” pieces lying in chaos.

As you put the “interior” pieces in their rightful place, it may seem at times, that a piece is missing.  You look at the colors and can find no match or the piece may be oddly shaped and seem to not belong anywhere in the picture.  Keep “working it,” allow God to guide your hand, and eventually you will find the perfect piece to fit in that exact spot and the puzzle will become just a little more clear.

Colossians 2:10 and you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power.

You plod along, one piece at a time and suddenly realize that the small part of the puzzle you are working on is actually a picture within a much larger picture.  In reality the “Big Picture” is simply a collection of smaller pictures that unite together to make an awesome finished puzzle. 

1 Corinthians 12:20 But now indeed there are many members, yet one body. 

Today you are on a roll.  You fill in your part of the puzzle rather quickly, when suddenly you notice there is a piece that is not quite right.  Although you were able to fit the piece into the space, it is a little crooked.  And while it may have the perfect colors for that spot, it just doesn't fit with the piece you are holding.  If it is not corrected, the whole puzzle will be incomplete and you will have leftover pieces that don't mesh with anything.

We must realize that just as a puzzle fits together perfectly and each piece needs the one right next to it to be complete, so is the Body of Christ.  Here's an idea...what if God says NO when you think He should say YES and it is all because the piece you are trying to fit into your puzzle doesn't fit with your brother or sister's piece, which it rests against.  If God says YES, that piece will "throw off" the whole picture and the puzzle will never reach completion according to His plan.  So the next time that it seems you can't make a piece of the puzzle fit perfectly, ask yourself, "Is there something about this piece, if inserted in this part of the puzzle, will affect my brother or sister adversely?"  If the answer is yes, through prayer, God will show you the right puzzle piece that will fit perfectly into the spot you are trying to fill.

Ephesians 4:15 From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplies, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, making increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love.   

God’s Kingdom is a “Complex” puzzle that consists of mini puzzles implanted within a master puzzle.  Some may call it the “Plan of God” but it is really a Masterpiece consisting of many differently shaped pieces that the Creator is fitting together and one day we will be able to view the entire completed puzzle.  What a day that will be!

1 Corinthians 13:12 For now we see in a mirror dimly but then face to face.  Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. 

THE BRIDEGROOM IS COMING

Today my heart sings, there is a smile on my face and a spring in my step.  WHY?  Tonight my love comes home after a week-long business trip.  “My Beloved is mine and I am His.”  Tonight I will touch his face, hold his hand, listen to his voice and all will be right again.  Today is a day of preparation.  I made a trip to the grocery store and the pantry is stocked with his favorite foods.  A pecan pie will soon be baking in the oven; WHY?  Because he loves pecan pie.  By tonight, the house will be swept, the furniture polished the candles lit and I will be showered, perfumed and my hair fixed just right.  WHY? The one my “heart longs for” is coming home.

It is a message that many scoff at or have brushed aside.  It is a Love Story of a bride preparing as she waits in eager anticipation for the groom to return as he promised.  John 14:3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.  To the Unbeliever it may be just a fairytale but to the BRIDE, it is HOPE; a PROMISE; an APPOINTED DAY!

Oh she doesn’t sit pining away, daydreaming about what is to come.  No, the Bride is busy preparing, anticipating, getting ready because the time is drawing near; THE BRIDEGROOM IS COMING!  As she sweeps the house, a song spills from her lips; a song of praise to her beloved.  The food is prepared, the candles are burning brightly, she is showered and perfumed; THE BRIDEGROOM IS COMING!  Revelation 19:7 Let us be glad and rejoice and give Him glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come and His wife has made herself ready.

The time is now; it is time to WAKE UP, GET READY, THE BRIDEGROOM IS COMING!  Romans 13:11 And do this, knowing the time, that now it is HIGH TIME to awake out of sleep; for now our salvation is nearer than when we first believed.  Get out the broom, the dust cloth and the polish; reach way back in the corners and sweep away every cobweb and “dust bunny.”  Check the candles, are they fresh and new; trim the wicks and light the fire.  Now it is time to check your garments, brush away any crumbs, wash away any smudges, and roll off the lint that may have accumulated.  Spray on His favorite scent; the aroma of praise.  Then LOOK and LISTEN for His arrival.  THE BRIDEGROOM IS COMING!

Does your heart beat just a little faster?  Is His touch just a little sweeter? Do you long just to be in His Presence?  Don’t be weary, THE BRIDEGROOM IS COMING.  Revelation 22:17 And the Spirit and the bride say COME!

Revelation 22:20 He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming quickly.”  Amen.  Even so, come Lord Jesus!

IT'S CALLED HOPE

It turned out to be the 5th largest blizzard in Chicago history and we were there to witness it in person.  Our flight to Phoenix was not scheduled until early Monday morning but in anticipation of the coming storm, we arrived in Chicago on Saturday.  Monday dawned cold but with the sun shining brightly on about 20 inches of snow.  The flight, of course, was delayed and after setting on the plane for an hour and a half, we were finally off to enjoy warm, sunny days in Arizona.  I was surprised to find the plane was not completely filled and the window seat next to me was empty, giving me just a little more precious room for the 4 hour flight.

During a quiet moment at the beginning of a relaxing, fun-filled week, it hit me; I was rejoicing over an empty seat on the plane instead of praying for an opportunity to be a blessing to someone.  I said a quick “forgive me” and “use me” on the flight back and went about the rest of the week, oblivious to the Divine Appointment God was setting for me on the flight home.

Arriving at the airport for the flight back to the frozen north, we learned there was an hour delay, which turned out to be two hours.  So, needless to say, I was not in the most spiritual frame of mind as I walked onto the plane.  I was also just a little “miffed” that in the window seat next to mine, sat a beautiful lady, a few years younger than me, huddled up in a blanket.  OH   GREAT, not only a cramped flight but I would be breathing “sick germs” for the next 4 hours.  I quickly repented, smiled and settled in with my Kindle and Tablet.  I read a little, then after takeoff, brought out my Tablet to play a simple game to relax.  The sweet lady next to me made a few comments, which I answered with a smile and went back to my very important Bubble Game.

Thinking back, I cannot recall why she suddenly asked the question that started the conversation;  "What kind of church do you go to?”  I answered, “We are Pentecostal,” certain that she would have no idea what that even meant.  Her eyes opened wide and she said, “Get out of here, so am I.”  Still certain that she was not of my specific “flavor,” my next question, “Are you Assembly of God or Church of God in Christ?”  She looked at me puzzled and said, “No, I was raised in (an organization that we were affiliated with at one time) Oneness Church.”  Now it was my turn to utter, “No Way!!! We are Oneness also.”  Further investigation revealed that she had attended a church in IL and I, of course knew the pastor and had seen him at many camps and conferences.

She began to pour out her story to me for the rest of the flight.  Most all of her family still attended or pastored churches.  She had received the Holy Ghost at the age of 7 and continued in the church until about the age of 18.  She felt as if she could never be good enough or measure up and finally left.  Marrying a man who was not raised in church and had a background of drugs, alcohol and pornography, she strayed further from God and finally moved to the Southwest.  

But God is always reaching! So at her “wit’s end,” she and her husband began to attend a Pentecostal Church in New Mexico.  Her husband got saved, she got renewed and wouldn’t you know it…the church turned out to be a cult.  They were restricted on who they could visit, where they could go and even the intimate details of their life were controlled by the pastor.  They finally left that church and with nowhere to turn allowed the old lifestyle to slowly creep in.  Desperately, her husband called the pastor and asked if he could come and hear him preach.  The Pastor coldly told them that they were not welcome in his congregation any longer.  The rejection was devastating to her husband and a few days later, feeling hopeless, he took his own life.

The following years were so difficult for Michelle.  She was angry at the pastor, angry at God and angry at life.  Alcohol became her companion and she ended up in prison for too many DUIs.  A Christian lady had come to the prison, befriended her, prayed and talked with her and now she was trying to put the pieces of her life together. 

God will go to any length to reach a hungry heart.  I told her I had purchased the tickets only 3 weeks previously and had paid the extra fee just to choose these exact seats….God had set a Divine Appointment for her.  She revealed that it was exactly 3 weeks ago that she felt her world was falling apart and she had to get away.  We talked about how much God loved her and that He had been intervening in her life all along the way.  I prayed with her, promised to email her the names of a couple of churches and the flight landed….I never did finish my Bubble Game!

Walking off the plane into the terminal, I gave her a hug and once again reminded her how much God loved her and I would be praying.  She looked at me and said, “I feel so light; I feel almost happy.”  Hugging her again, I replied, “Michelle, it’s called HOPE!”

When God fills us with His Holy Spirit, we become the BEARERS OF HOPE.  Colossians 1:27 To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles: which is CHRIST IN YOU, THE HOPE OF GLORY.  There is a hungry and searching world that is just waiting to hear the good news of the HOPE that you have found.  1 Peter 3:15 But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts; and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asks you a reason of the HOPE that is in you with meekness and fear. 

God has DIVINE APPOINTMENTS set up for each one of us.  Too often we miss them because we are too preoccupied, in a hurry or worried about being inconvenienced.  Before you go to the store, a restaurant, get on a plane or go out for a walk, take the time to ask God to show you the appointments He has set on your spiritual calendar.  You can speak life to someone in need.  You can be the BEARER OF HOPE!

GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS

Have you ever started the car, driven to work or the mall and realized you don’t remember anything about the time between leaving your driveway and arriving at your destination.  I remember one time; I continued toward the mall, through a traffic light and about a block down the road, I realized I couldn’t tell you if the light was red or green.  It must have been green because no one honked, I didn’t get a ticket or have an accident, but I was so accustomed to driving a car and going to that specific location that I automatically went through the motions with no coherent thought to my surroundings.  There are so many routine things we do during our day in which we have become so proficient that we can perform them with expertise and little thought or as some would say “do them blindfolded.” Even our relationship with God can become a practice in just “going through the motions.”

If you have been a member of a church for any length of time, regardless of the denomination, you become an “expert” at “going through the motions.”  You know when to stand, sit or kneel; when to say “Amen” or other response; you can bow your head, raise your hands and clap at the appropriate time without consciously knowing what is being said, sang or prayed.  You speak “christianeze” and keep the smile pasted on just right without looking too “fake.” You have even mastered the art of encouraging others while evading probing questions and other's concerns.  You have become a Powerless, Professional Christian and sadly, you may not even realize how you arrived at this destination.

Samson, a judge of Israel found himself in this exact dilemma.  Samson was chosen and set apart for service to God from conception.  His mother was instructed to keep the Nazirite vow during her pregnancy and to raise Samson to adulthood, according to that vow.  I’m not sure when Samson started just “going through the motions,” fooling himself and everyone around him but eventually he became a Powerless, Professional Nazirite in Israel. 

One of the saddest verses in the Bible is in Judges 16.  Samson falls in love with a Philistine woman, Delilah, not realizing that she is being used as a tool to defeat him and the Israelites.  Delilah begs Samson 3 times to reveal the source of his strength and 3 times Samson lies and is able to defeat the Philistine men that attack him.  Finally, the 4th time, Delilah cajoles him into revealing the true source of his strength and Judges 16:19-20 reveals Samson’s true spiritual condition.  “Then she lulled him to sleep on her knees, and called for a man and had him shave off the seven locks of his head. Then she began to torment him, and his strength left him. 20 And she said, “The Philistines are upon you, Samson!” So he awoke from his sleep, and said, “I will go out as before, at other times, and shake myself free!” BUT HE DID NOT KNOW THAT THE LORD HAD DEPARTED FROM HIM.”  Samson had become so accustomed to his “station” in life that he wasn’t even aware that he had “run through the light” until the sirens sounded.

Perhaps, you have come to this point.  So many times you find yourself in a situation, you shake yourself and find just enough power to see you through this dilemma.  But what about the next and the next?  Unless you awaken out of the malaise that you have lulled yourself into, a situation will arise soon that you will not be able to “shake” free of.  Once the “Lord has departed,” no amount of professional “going through the motions” will be sufficient and like Samson, you may find yourself  blinded and bound.  Thankfully, Samson’s story doesn’t end at Judges 16:20.  Samson prayed, the power of God returned to him and in his death, he was able to defeat the Philistines.  The last word spoken of Samson in the Bible is found in Hebrews 11:32; he is listed as one of the “Heroes of Faith.”

The “last word” of your story is yet to be written.  There is still time to reconnect with the power source.  The “motions” can become powerful tools used by God to affect those around you.  You don’t have to die blinded and bound; powerless, at the hands of the Philistines.  It is God’s earnest desire to come upon you, not just one more time, but to dwell in you and fill you with power.  You have been called by God to a purpose from the moment of conception; focus on Jesus; listen to His voice and follow after Him.  Go when the light is green and stop when it is red.  God will lead you on to victory.

RUNNING ON EMPTY!

Several years ago, ok, I’ll admit it was more like over 40 years ago; our church was involved in an annual fundraiser for foreign missions, entitled Sheaves for Christ.  One of the fundraising activities was a 20 Mile Walkathon.  I enlisted sponsors, laced up my shoes and excitedly, took off with the rest of the group at the starting line.  We quickly moved ahead of some and fell behind others but that was ok because my friends and I were walking along, chatting and enjoying the day.  Almost 10 miles in, we stopped for a bathroom/rest break.  The workers handed out a cup of cold water and a snack, which I promptly sat down to enjoy.  BIG MISTAKE!!! I suddenly realized that my legs were like rubber and my feet had developed blisters on top of blisters; I had completely run out of “gas.”  No amount of “pride in finishing,” getting the t-shirt or hearing cheers from the crowd could motivate me…I was DONE and the only thing on my mind was getting a ride back to the starting line. 

SOMETIMES YOU DON’T KNOW YOU ARE RUNNING ON EMPTY UNTIL YOU STOP AND CAN’T GET RESTARTED!

Three years ago, we moved back to Michigan, exhausted, blistered and bruised.  Sure, the “gas gauge” of our spirits registered empty, but we were still idling, so we continued walking.  We found a church to attend full of wonderful people but instead of instead of allowing ourselves to get “refueled,” we jumped right in and kept walking.  We tried to be encouraging, prayer warriors and do what we were asked to do but secretly I knew we were “running on empty” and soon even the “fumes” would be ineffective.  If you have ever allowed your automobile’s gas gauge to fall to empty, you know if the car is idling, you put it in drive and step on the gas, it will go for a while because there is a small amount of fuel in the pump.  If you ever stop, however, there will probably not be enough to restart the car because it isn’t created to “run on fumes.”

YOU WERE NOT CREATED TO RUN ON FUMES!

Finally, one day, the engine died; there was no more to give and even the fumes had disappeared in the breeze.  But God was not about to let me sit and rust out, so I took in just enough fuel to get me to the next station and then the next.  Along the way, I have had some “God-Encounters” and “Divine Appointments” and times when I could reach w a a a a y down to the “bottom of the barrel” and find “just enough” to encourage that hurting soul or pray for a hopeless situation; then “just enough” to make it to the next prayer meeting or church service, but I had no reserves; only fumes.

IT’S TIME FOR A FILL-UP!!!

Living through 50+ years of northern winters, you quickly learn that it is a good idea to keep the tank full.  If you don’t, it is possible that moisture will get in and mix with the gas or even freeze in the hoses…not positive occurrences.  Spiritually, we do not want to sit, stand or run on empty for too long and allow foreign substances to dilute the fuel or freeze our spirit….It is time for a fill-up.  So for the next few months, I will spend time connecting with the only one who can REPLENISH, REVIVE and RENEW my spirit with His Holy Spirit.  I intend to spend time walking and talking with Him, refreshing my mind with His written instructions and listening, REALLY LISTENING to His voice. You will see me as we continue doing life.  I will wave and smile as I pass by and I’ll probably stop to offer an encouraging word and prayer but I can no longer RUN ON EMPTY…I need a HOLY GHOST FILL UP!

If this blog hits a nerve and you feel as if I am writing your story, maybe I am.  You don’t have to RUN ON EMPTY any longer.  God has an endless supply and it is available to WHOSOEVER WILL!  Get to the station!!!  It may be your secret place, an altar at your church or small group; you know where you need to go to be filled up.  The Holy Spirit will refresh, renew, reinvigorate and fill you with new purpose.  YOU WERE NOT MADE TO RUN ON EMPTY!