Just got home from a poop day at work, too many disgruntled people, too many people in general, too many computer jams, too MUCH. I am convicted a lot lately, and that's a good thing I suppose, because that means the Holy Ghost is a-movin'. Like about how I am treating people. And why I treat people the way I do... for my own gain? I read a little today from Elisabeth Eliot about obedience and kept thinking about Whom I serve. Myself? My best friends? My best friend ever, Jesus?

Now I'm making dinner for Joy and I. Grilling burgers! I'm a modern Bobby Flay. Well not really "modern"... since he's definitely still alive and throwing down on the Food Network. I'll settle to be a younger, more hip version I suppose!