A shot of energy this morning; far preferable to dread. I may just be ready for the long haul of the day: services this morning, congregational meeting afterward, financial work this afternoon, and our church party at the Conor Byrne Pub in Ballard from 6-11 tonight (come by if you're in Seattle-- five bands, no cover).
Obedience just keeps slipping through my grasp, largely because I start grasping for other things. The gospel should change me, change us all. Need to trust His work, His power, His goodness, and His faithfulness.
At least my laundry is done. I must admit, folding underwear seems simply an exercise in futility.