God has a really funny sense of humor.  I've always believed that and this week did little to change my mind on it.

I am a NASCAR fan.  Big time.  I look forward to being able to watch the cars rubbing and bumping (now that NASCAR is going to allow the boys to actually race.)  I'm excited to see my driver, Martin Truex, Jr., with a race team that I think will give him the equipment he needs to actually win.  (I'm so happy he's no longer with the company that would make Dale, Sr. cry if he could see it today.)

The only downside to my driver moving is now I have to buy all new gear.  I would almost kill for a #56 Napa cap right now to replace the #1 Bass Pro Shops hat which adorned my head for the last few years.  I don't know what I'm going to do walking into church tomorrow for the first time in the last five years on the Sunday after the Shootout without a Truex cap on my head. 

So our church had a big weekend where they had people signing up for small groups.  We were in the mix and eagerly awaited to see when our group would be meeting.  Amy received the e-mail and forwarded it on to me.

When does our group leader want to meet? Sunday afternoons.

In other words...at the same time as 75% of the NASCAR racing season. 

I just laughed and shook my head.  This isn't the first time God's put me in a position to choose fellowship with other believers over something I may have wanted to be doing.  Just like the other times, I'll choose what God placed in front of me...but I plan to set the DVR. :)