…i shouldn’t be writing - i should be cleaning, or resting or anything but writing…

It’s just been one of those mornings…difficult, and I don’t even really know why.  I found it hard to sing this morning…hard to give…hard to love…harder to forgive.

There’s just a lot of junk in my mind…..usually Sunday mornings overshadow all the distractions - I guess I’m just in a funk…a selfish kind of funk. I feel a little more like just sitting around and licking my wounds than what I really should be doing…

And lunch has been a domestic disaster…sorry Barry.  I fixed lunch to celebrate Barry O’s 23rd (Happy, Happy!), and proceeded to drop a glass pan of enchiladas all over the floor…burning myself and Ashley in the process (sorry Ashley!)…

Then, when it was time for cake, discovered that the ICE CREAM cake had been inadvertently placed in the fridge rather than the freezer……..

….you do the math!

So, I’m sitting here waiting for the cake to refreeze…I guess I’ve got a good hour or so at least.

Oh well, Happy Birthday Barry - my heart was in the right place even if I’m no Martha Stewart…

The house will be full of people in just a few hours…hence the necessity to clean (especially after dropping dinner and melting dessert!)…but, I just feel a little weary….

I don’t really know why this morning was hard…I do know that I need to get over myself - and I know that witnessing people getting baptized is a great way for me to do that.  I can sulk later….

…tomorrow’s Monday, after all - the perfect day for sulking.

But, I won’t today - not on Sunday.  Not with my C3 family.  Not on Barry’s birthday…

Not when I’m celebrating what God has done in lives…..

There’s plenty of time for the junk on another day.

So..not today.

Peace.