So life has been nothing but average. Except for the other day. I was invited to a friend's house to spend the night and such. I always have a massive blast with the family. As we were eating lunch, each one of them told me what they liked most about me. I laughed a lot at being reminded of crazy stories and quirks of mine. When it came time for the dad to speak, his comment brought me to tears.
I loved the feeling of being loved on by my favorite seragent family.
I finally finished reading Starving Jesus, but instead of getting a kick in the butt and out of the pew, I got so inspired. But like the many other times I've been inspired, I'm also left feeling helpless.
Starving Jesus is all about getting off the pew and just ministering to and loving on the people that need some Jesus. But for some reason, I feel incapable of doing that.
So now I'm stuck with another "help people" craze and nothing to do with it. It sucks.
But you should all still read the book. *cough cough*
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