things i hate in the a.m.

When I feel like this after a night of lack luster sleep due to a steroid shot. And no I am not on the roids to bulk up. I've been a little under the weather the last few days.

I would wait on the edge of a canopy and get as big as I can then promptly drop on Ginny's head.

This happened to me today when I was doing one of my favorite morning rituals of getting coffee from O'henry's on the way to work. I was walking out happily sipping on Jamaican me crazy when "splat" a Kamikaze raindrop landed on the top of my head. I hate that.

willing and working

I know I have written about this before, but I feel like it has been a continual theme in my life for the past year. My heart has felt like granite, heavy and hardened, towards spiritual things. I have continued to go to church, because I know it's right and I need it, but have not felt much of the presence of God in my every day life. Occasionally there has been a small glimmer of hope and desire for God to come into my heart and move but not a lot of effort on my part. Slowly but surely and certainly I have started feeling the chipping away of this heart of stone. "lord turn this heart of stone into a heart of flesh" i have begun to plead. This is my prayer; this is my desire. This morning as I was reading in 1 John it all began to make more sense. There is activity that needs to happen on my side spiritually. I needed to repent. How simple is that? Faith and repentance. If I want Him I need to draw near to Him, repent of my sin, and have the faith to believe that I do have an advocate who pleads my case. Amen!