Well that was depressing.
At the Wednesday night Bible study/prayer service the subject was God's Rest. I had trouble hearing others talking due to the furnace running. Determined to contribute to the discussion, I made some points about how being at rest is being at peace. Christ said he gives peace to us. He also said if we follow his commands we will abide in Him. If we want God's peace we must abide in Him and be obedient to His commands. If we choose to be rebellious and sin, we lose His peace until we confess and repent.
I thought those were good points.
When we were finished somebody informed me that I'd basically made the same point she had, but that I'd elaborated a bit more. She smiled and said, "Great minds think alike."
I hate feeling embarrassed, and I hate feeling like a fool. If I don't know what other people have said I need to keep my mouth shut.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
I had a "duh" moment last night. Stepping out the front door I saw the Christmas lights on the house ablaze. I pulled the timer plug. We were the last ones in the neighborhood to have their lights on. I'm probably getting a reputation. To paraphrase some verse in Proverbs, I don't feel like looking it up- "Snoozers are losers."
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
1/1/11
New Year’s Eve we played Scrabble. Patricia poured glasses of sparkling grape juice. She and the kids promptly drank it. I hoarded mine until midnight. Some people have a tradition of kissing at midnight. We don’t, and we didn’t. That’s really not too surprising considering we haven’t had anything resembling a romantic kiss in… two years and nine months. You could say we’ve lost the passion, but I’d say you can’t lose what you never had.
Crap, I’m writing this on the third and Blogger doesn’t allow re-dating anymore. Oh well, it’s one more reason to be a little more diligent.
1/3/11
While we waited in the parking lot for Joshua to get out of school, Rachel showed me some of the Pokemon she has on her iPod. “This is a fur-a-gator.” Is that because it’s supposed to be a furry alligator? “No, because it’s a ferocious alligator.” Which brings us to the question, ‘Is it okay to be homo-phobic if what you fear are homophones? ’
She described the next one as, “a purple mutant monkey thingy.” I ventured, “It’s a pur-mut-monk-ingy?” Rachel brightly informed me I have no future as a Pokemon employee. Another dream shot.
New Year’s Eve we played Scrabble. Patricia poured glasses of sparkling grape juice. She and the kids promptly drank it. I hoarded mine until midnight. Some people have a tradition of kissing at midnight. We don’t, and we didn’t. That’s really not too surprising considering we haven’t had anything resembling a romantic kiss in… two years and nine months. You could say we’ve lost the passion, but I’d say you can’t lose what you never had.
Crap, I’m writing this on the third and Blogger doesn’t allow re-dating anymore. Oh well, it’s one more reason to be a little more diligent.
1/3/11
While we waited in the parking lot for Joshua to get out of school, Rachel showed me some of the Pokemon she has on her iPod. “This is a fur-a-gator.” Is that because it’s supposed to be a furry alligator? “No, because it’s a ferocious alligator.” Which brings us to the question, ‘Is it okay to be homo-phobic if what you fear are homophones? ’
She described the next one as, “a purple mutant monkey thingy.” I ventured, “It’s a pur-mut-monk-ingy?” Rachel brightly informed me I have no future as a Pokemon employee. Another dream shot.