Something 'bout Sundays

Spring on a Sunday. Windows open. Birds chirp and March Madness. OK. Well, Texas lost, Northern Iowa lost, and so did Sienna --who? The Sweet 16 is peppered with teams not really seemed to be mentioned regularly on ESPN...Gonzaga....?

Fellowshipped at Inspiring Body of Christ Church with Pastor Rickie Rush. The sermon was John 15:1-5. How Jesus is the branch, and we are the vine. As long as He is in us, how can we not produce fruit? And I know He is in me, yet I know I'm not doing all my part to produce fruit. I admit that. My writing has stymied. My plan of speaking to others about microtia, being a mended heart, and/or of being a motherless daughter regardless of your age, simmer on the back burner.

What am I scared of?

Wish I had an answer.

God does not give you fear. Satan thrives and heats up the chicken wings because you have fear, which includes indecisiveness. I know where my strength does come from. I know I need to give Him all my troubles and he will rescue me. I just need to give Him glory, yet Pastor Rush said frustration comes from stuff we brought into adulthood. Stuff we thought didn't make a difference. Yet it does.

Satan is frying him up some fries to go with them wings. He loves this.

Pastor Rush said words today that hit home. Give me pause to ponder. God gave me gifts. Made me this way for a reason. We're all unique--for His glory. So what do I do about it?

Something 'bout Spring on a Sunday. Windows open. Birds chirp. March Madness (Go 'zaga Bulldogs!)and you realize how really blessed you are in it.

Stay tuned.

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

Sunday Something

Pastor Rickie G. Rush, of Inspiring Body of Christ Church, preached from 2 Corinthians 4:18 today. What you see is temporary, what you don't see is eternal. How God breaks you to get YOU ready for the blessings--His plan for YOU. Your decision are not His decisions.

Yea. Feel all of that. I know I'm better than what I was. A work in progress--that's what I am--with more ways to go. I need to rejoice more in what I have--instead of worrying so much what I don't have. Which, honestly. are material things.

Oh wait, except for the man, I don't have in my life. That's not material. It's flesh. But yet, one of those things God is getting me prepared for. Just didn't want to be 100 when Mister Right Are You Still Breathing Now? appears. I digress.

I look around and open my eyes to what God has blessed me with. It's the little things. The little things, I claim should make me happy--that have grown into big things. A purr of a cat. A touch of a friend. The laughter of children--of all ages-including my own.
How He continues to prepare me. To make the images, He's flashed in my brain, come to be. I have to be ready. I can't force it. He's know what's right. I need to release more, give Him all my troubles and just give Him glory.

He doesn't ask for much.

He's not brought me this far to leave me.

I am blessed.

Sunday Short

This is the day the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad in it.
Gorgeous Dallas day--close to 80 degrees. Filled up my gas tank for a buck 49 a gallon. Spent more time in Wal-mart than I wanted too. The long check out lines saw to that. I bought the Oprah magazine with her thinner self and now self displayed on the cover. Well, I realized Oprah's thinner days were my bigger days!

Last night Movie Man and I headed to Yuletide Party of a work chum. Good food and times had by all. There was a photo snapped of Movie Man and me. Afterwards the chat went a little like this:

Me: How do you feel about our picture on my blog?

Movie Man: Silent Stare

Translation: No picture on my blog. However, I'm OK with that--because without Movie Man's help last night, I wouldn't have gotten any pictures snapped of me. See, a magazine is considering running my heart adventure piece. They've asked for a photo and short bio. Once again the Chum of Cinema came to my rescue.

Today, I debated what church to attend. I headed to Inspiring Body of Christ Church with Pastor Rickie Rush. He preached on several scriptures, yet the theme was on our anointing. I favored 1 John 2:20. I'd put it here, yet maybe your own Bible needs to be picked up, open and read--again. OK--back to the sermon. When you're anointed you became a target--for Satan and those around you that try to drain you, because--well, they're not in the same place you are. I could relate. The words hit home.

Experimented with more paint. A few strokes of Copper Wire grace my living room wall. It's kinda more orange than I wanted, but a more warmer, inviting orange than the tangerine whatever I had on my hallway wall that now is covered with primer. As for my living room, I can picture the accents I want to go with this version of orange--pillows, etc. So this might be a keeper. .

And the Cowboys play tonight. Hmm. The Giants have absolutely nothing to play for, except feeling good to play in nice climate tonight. While the Cowboys have the season to play for. Tony, Terrell, Jason and the rest, must show they can play as a team and not individual castaways on Gilligan's Island--after all the yuk-yuk stuff of this week. I pray they do. Ease my tension of the game is Blue Bell's Cookies 'n Cream ice cream.

And a cat.

I am blessed.

Sunday Shine On

The sun has set. Was going to go on and do a long entry about how the day went. For instance how the search for a new church home lingers. This would be a good time to hear from others who have gone through this struggle. I don't dislike the church I called 'home' since Easter 2003. However, there were times--alot of them really--that I felt I missed something when service was over. So this morning, not sure where I would go--I decided to head to the 2nd service of Inspiring Body of Christ Church, with Pastor Rickie G. Rush.

I'd journeyed there on Thanksgiving, as my tradition of a few years. So I thought I would get more of the Word--a continuation from Thanksgiving. Sat by a first time visitor who looked at the paint chips I still had in my purse. Good to get another opinion on wall color. I enjoyed the service and even had a few moments to talk to Pastor Rush. Honestly, he's been an acquired taste for me. Before I would have run the other way than wait to share a moment with him.

OK--this entry was gonna be how I used primer over that piece of tangerine orange wall that's blinded me for months. But my paint roller sponge thingy kept falling off the roller part. I'm thinking the sponge thingy was too big for the roller. I need to put on a second coat--or is it 4th? Hey, considering the way I painted!

I was also going to talk about how this weekend went SO fast, and it's all ready time to go back to work. I liked to sleep in. Was gonna talk about a splurge at Jack in the Box and even the photos my cousin sent of her baby sister's 60th birthday. All the cousins I really don't know. Or in one of the pictures the guy, who use to take me to my dancing lessons, go fishing with my dad and was County Sheriff back home, for a lot of years--looked like a werewolf with all that gray hair and then the Donny Osmond quote on gay marriage or how I plan to eat More pun'kin pie to nigh or even mention Tom Arnold. He was on Letterman the other night. Looked a bit gaunt. I didn't know he had heart stints. He's an Iowa Boy. And I recalled seeing Tom do stand-up with gold fish strapped to a plastic motorcycle. Yep--that was SO before Roseanne. Or how I smiled thru the sweet Valentine, here in November, of "Soul Man" with Bernie Mac and Samuel Jackson.

I planned to write about a bunch of stuff. See the cat over there? He waits in a chair by the PC. I get the feeling he asks, "Aren't you done yet? We got some fetch we need to play!"

And we do. Another time for a longer blog entry.