Stories and other stuff

What an unbelievable week last week was.  I had to go to a class in Mississippi for work and other than Basic Training, it's the HARDEST thing I've ever done in my career.  The hardest things I've ever done in my life are a post for another day. Anyway, someplace in that week, I tried writing the message for the Rescue Mission.  They keep inviting me back once a month to lead a chapel service and I love talking about Jesus, so I keep going.  Our flight left Biloxi at six a.m. yesterday.  That meant getting up at 3:30 to get to the airport on time.  That's 2:30 in the morning here.  I got home a little after one.  And I started to fine-tune the message I was working on, and I pushed something wrong on this little notebook thingie I have, and POOF, it was gone. OK, must be the wrong message.  The Holy Spirit gave me a new one.  After chapel service a man walked up to me and told me that he guessed what was holding him back was him ...

This could be a fun read.  I'm stupid tired, so who knows what will come flying out of my fingers and onto the page you're reading. It's been a long week and a couple of nights of not sleeping well and getting up at "are you kidding me?" in the morning have worn out yours truly.  I mean that.  I'm tired.  I had a maybe dinner date that didn't quite pan out tonight because I wasn't the only one tired. I talked to her later in the evening and mentioned that, all things, considered, I'd have preferred splitting a pizza with her because now I have to do dishes.  I made her laugh.  I have to be good at something, so why not that?  I see myself in the mirror. I need all the help I can get. I didn't eat lunch today, or breakfast for that matter.  I went to the movies with the kiddo last night and didn't arrive back home until after ten.  At that point, all I wanted was bed.  When the alarm went off this morning, I traded extra sleep for s...