This picture sums up the sing song experience...
Well I forgot that this practice of blogging existed... Needless to say some positive peer pressure brought me back to fruitful plain. As I sit here and listen to Lynn Anderson bring the word over a westover webcast, rub my pasty dry thighs down with Equate classic cherry almond lotion, and try to hold focus as my maw rattles metal rods around in attempt to put together another clothing rack in which i will use to just clutter in all my fraggle rock collectors items i reminisce on last night. I ask myself is victory as good as it gets or is there a place higher. Im not talking about Heaven you eggheads...Im talking about achieving a peace and pride in working hard on something and remembering fondly about how the goal was achieved. To reflect on an absolute understanding of one's role on a team with a drive and focus. Is that what we had... haha probably not at all but it was still a heck of a time. I think i was almost just as excited for a lot of the guys around me getting pumped up than any kind of inner satisfaction that i received.
I almost feel guilty because now im already looking to whats next... its the attack the moment mentality and once its been devoured i shoot toward whats next on the plate. Sometimes i just need to slow down and not worry so much. Ultimately God is in control and i can only do the best that i can to take of business in his regard to everyday life. Sometimes its done better than other days.
Just peeping the watch and im about 25 minutes into the westover webcast of todays Sunday morning service and i cant deny that this a refreshing new look at our Sunday morning service. We get caught up in shaking hands, flashing smiles, and kissing babies that sometimes we forget to focus on the delivery of the service. Granted we learn a lot about God thru all that church "fellowship" and interpersonal relation while we are there. It is nice to have minimal distractions and to just hear the message without watching a baby throw up on their mother again for the fourth time before communion even sneaks up on us. Its good to hear familiar voices doing familiar good acts on the webcast. Don't worry you will find me in a pew next week i promise not to slip into the glitz and glamour of my sparkling monitor.
Final thoughts....
How did Bode Miller become the Nike Olympic poster boy? Don't you usually have to NOT SUCK TOASTIES as an athlete and as a person to be endorsed. What a joke. They should have just sent Terrell Owens for the Downhill skiing events instead. Where's the mighty ducks when we need them the most in torino 06. Goldberg and Charlie wherever you are... Rest easy in knowing that you gentleman are the TRUTH.
