Yesterday I realized that I’m willing to set aside at least 2 hrs a week to play baseball but I wont do that for qt. There’s something wrong with that…
I’m ever so tickled by elderly men with their khaki pants, vests, “pardon me”s, news caps or fedoras. Too bad they’re on the decline. I may have been born in the wrong era.
My friend Helen has an amazing heart. Her heart truly belongs to God. It’s evident in her work, life, and personality. I love my job and perform in it to glorify God. Yet, I question whether my propensities stem from God (like Helen) or from myself. Sometimes I’m really unsure. I don’t know if I love like she does. Hmm…