Sunday Some

Gorgeous almost Spring Day!

However, I AM ticked execs at AIG will receive millions in bonuses. OK--didn't they get a bailout? Word is there are binding contracts. Gee whiz, there is nothing AIG's spin docs can say that will change my mind that these folks bonuses. Didn't their areas start this mess? What about conscious? Do any of those execs have a million dollar's worth of conscious?

I think not.

On to brighter things. Fellowshipped at Inspiring Body of Christ Church today, with Pastor Rickie G. Rush. Great sermon of if we consider ourselves as perfectionists we cannot fill God's expectations of us. Perfectionists are ones for control, combativeness, and criticism--and not in a constructive way. There's something inside of us already that can be triggered, hence we act in a negative way. Yet alot of our own problem is our inability to accept the way God has made us--we compare ourselves to others. Need to stop all of that. At service's end, Pastor Rush mentioned how we women seem to hold on to something so long. Something in our brains, just holds on to a memory, that a man has said good bye to long ago. All in all, Pastor Rush may have had a few thousand folks there, yet it felt he was one-on-one with me.

Lots of stuff on my mind. I shouldn't let this stuff get to me. That's where Satan (who is a liar, by the way) gets his jollies from. Need to be focused and always remember where my strength comes from. There are many good things in my life. Gotta remember all of it. Like the trees in my back yard that began to bloom. Little things.

I could go on and on--but ya know, I feel like starring at the newspapers I'll tie together and recyle. Not sure exactly WHEN I'll tie them together, but I will--maybe after I look at the brackets for the NCAA Men's Basketball Tourney. Sigh. I recall days of watching the Iowa Hawkeyes with my fave basketball player, Steve Carfino. Come to think of it, what ever happened to him? Or maybe after I catch Desperate Housewives---the papers will get tied together, just like the sinkful of dishes get washed.

Love me some Sunday