—Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (10 July, Morning: "His Benefits")
Oddly jittery about work today—I think I'm letting stuff get under my skin that I need to (continually) let go. Worship is no time to have my own junk taking center stage, though it can certainly be a time to lay it down for redemption and healing. It's easy to make our own stuff a disqualifier from worship (though I don't have that option as readily available to me because of work—still, my heart can check out), but that, too, is just worshipping ourselves. If worshipping myself were going to do any good in my life, I think I'd see better results by now. The simple fact is, God has come through too magnificently too many times in my life to be ignored or shuffled aside because of my emotions, or because of anything else.
Hung out with Nathan a bit yesterday and took in Fantastic Four again. It's a fun flick, not breathtaking or life-changing, but easy to enjoy and see again (Nathan called to see if I wanted to go just after I started watching it on Friday afternoon). Had to decline on sailing with him and Sumit afterward because I thought having clean pants to wear today probably needed to take priority. Still, I hope to get out there soon.