So it's been a long time since I've been here.  Hi!  I'm back.  It took a case of mono to get me here, but whatever is needed I guess.  Yes I am sick.  I have been couch bound for around 5 days now and I get winded trying to climb stairs.  It's rather pathetic but apparently it comes with the illness.  But don't worry:  I've discovered Yahoo Games and time seems to go by faster with that.  Talking to family is helpful too. 

I got to fly home to Detroit for Thanksgiving which was wonderful.  Family is awesome and I miss them a lot.  I will get to fly home in December for a friend's wedding and family Christmas, and that is so nice to look forward to. 

I hope all is well in your worlds.  E-mail me sometime.

Contrasts on Sunday Mornings:

I Love Sundays. A day when the heart is set right by truth in the morning, and the rest of life comes into focus and order because of it. A day of rest and peace. A day when we remember God. It should be that way more often. If we remembered Him every moment of our day, think of the joy we would have. Think of how content we would be and how much more love we would show. How I wish Sunday would extend throughout more of the week in my life.

Sunday Mornings: A day of repentance. You wake up to staggering and beautiful sunlight and begin to examine your life and what you represent. A day when you see clearly what you've become for good and bad and compare that to what you ought to have become: Like Christ. You study his example and see his testimony of forgiveness and love for all and wonder why you don't live like that. You look on your past week and see your criticism of others and your hypocrisy; your selfishness and hurtful habits. This is a day when you have no choice but to fall down before him and beg his forgiveness expecting a reprimand and a stern hand of guidance back to the right path and instead find yourself in his embrace forgiven and whole. Why do we wonder what is so amazing about grace? Is it not as clear as daylight?

I don't know what happened.  One day it was warm and sunny and all of a sudden it was 58 degrees inside the townhouse.  You'd think I was in Michigan or something.  Good Heavens!  I thought I'd escaped all of that.  But, alas, it follows me where ever I go. 

Work is good.  Townhouse is great.  My roommates are awesome even though we don't get to see each other all that much. God continually provides everything I need and blesses me more than I could ever have asked for.  I get to see my family for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  My Tamara is going to come visit me in January.  My heart is joyful and my mind is content.  Cold or not, it's a beautiful day.