Monday, February 18, 2008

mental ketchup

On Saturday I spent the day with a friend. It's funny how I attract the most interesting people. At lunch she says, "My first husband turned out to be a terrorist, he wasn't a bad person he just wanted attention." I said, "Did you hear what you just said"? She told me the story and he truly was an idiot looking for attention.

Later I took her to the lake and showed her how to paddle a kayak. She liked it, another convert.

Sunday morning early

On Sunday morning I sat in my pajamas with my feet propped up sipping coffee and sighing deeply. The wedding was done. My child was married off. I was ready for a nice long break.

I put it to myself that church on Sundays is not necessary when you have listened to as much Christian music and sermons as I and read scripture as much as I had. Sunday service is for those who don't get God time any other time during the week.

It wasn't myself that answered back though.

"Keep the Sabbath holy!" That's all I heard and I knew. Sunday is reserved for worshipping God, not for sitting on your butt resting or anything else, period, end of discussion.

I went to church and showed off wedding photos to anyone who couldn't get away from me fast enough.

Later Sunday

I'm taking a class on witnessing. We were discussing possible answers that people give. I said, "Sometimes they say they aren't good enough." It reminded me of a story, which I told.

"Several months ago, after going through a time of walking closely with God, I sinned. I fell off the obedience wagon. When I finally walked away from the sin I noticed something amazing. At that moment I had a choice to either face God or hide from him. What was so amazing was that I realized that through it all God had never left my side. He had never stopped loving me. He had not turned away from me I had turned away from him. God didn't leave me because I was disobedient."

I say this because so many people think that they have done too much. That God couldn't possibly love them or ever forgive them. They're too bad.

I say, "God has always been there. He's waiting for you to turn to him. Do it today."

Monday

Hell must be feeling chilly. I joined a gym.

I got it during the wedding craziness when my apparel choice was based on what fit best not what looked best.

I want to be slim and muscular and full of energy, in a word, youth. I want to be young again. We'll see what happens.

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