Day 8 - Monday, Monday

Why can't Monday be on Thursday so the next day could be Friday?

I woke up this morning in the easy-chair. Nothing like falling asleep to the Olympics coverage and waking up to the "Popeil Power-Vac" infomercial. It's no wonder momas and papas can't trust this day.

Jumped in the car around 7:45 a.m. Arrived at work five minutes later. Can't do that in many cities. Krista's commute is maybe one minute longer. Abilene is a great place to live. Slower pace. Sincere people.

And John, Brad, Jerris - thanks for the prayer time today.

As for surprise, I had a nice one toward the end of the work day. A friend dropped by the office unexpectedly. He's been playing guitar for a year or so but I'd never had the opportunity to play with him. I'd heard he was playing well and today confirmed that. It was a pleasure. Some Eagles, a little Clapton, a taste of Switchfoot, and a blues jam in 'A.' Nice surprise at the end of a day.

What's this have to do with faith and 30-days and the prayer, "Surprise me, God?" I don't know . . . it's Monday.