Throwback and Sunday Mornings

I just found my blog from high school. I remember being way into it back then, but it was really cool to read my thoughts and rants from what some people consider the greatest time of life.

The whole reason I came across my old blog was out of frustration. It seems like Sunday mornings on the way to church are the single most trying time for me. Regardless of anything the day before, Sunday mornings SUCK. Danny and I seem to fight, I fail to drive, the alarm doesn't go off, my room is too cold, and I always seem to forget something I really needed. It's almost as if someone knows that if he pokes enough at my morning I'll forget why I'm here...

The sad part is sometimes he's right. It is so easy to forget the God of goodness and grace when I'm mad that Danny doesn't like my cat or that my shirt is too wrinkled because it was balled up on my floor. It's funny to me that I let silly things distract me from the great news that I get to tell a bunch of middle schoolers that Jesus died so they could live.

Ironically (or not so much), as I sit her and rant, the verse card in front of me says this:
"We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trails, for we know that they are good for us -- they help us learn to endure." Romans 5:3

I'd say they do a heck of a lot more than just teaching us to endure. They remind us that the main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing. God is the main thing of every morning, not just Sundays.

If only we lived like that was true in our lives.