Time to Huddle

Just like Brett Favre, it is time for me to get in the huddle. There is a lot happening in my daytime life. Pressures that I heap upon myself in one way or another.

Nothing though like the pressure that I am experiencing on my big toe on my left foot. The nail is cutting into the fleshy part. Ouch! That is pain, friends.

This picture was taken at the pre-season game against the Atlanta Falcons. We were very fortunate to have tickets in the VERY front row. Thanks to Curly Sue we were in the best seats in the house.

It's a little bit before 7:00am now. I have to admit, it feels nice to be at home and knowing that I don't have to rush out the door too quickly this morning. I'd like to make a couple of cups of coffee but I don't want the grinder to wake Dan up. That's a reason why I would like one of those "coffee on demand" machines.

I'm feeling as though I am a little selfish right now. There hasn't been much time to do things for myself, so that leaves me little time to do things for others. Certainly I pray for the folks in my family every day, but I wonder if that's only between me and God. I wonder if the people that you pray for know that you pray for them. Sometimes I say things like "my thoughts are with you" or "I'll be praying for you." But do people really sense it or know it when you don't tell them? That's something I would like to know. I also would like to know if you meet everyone you've ever loved in heaven. What happens with the people that you weren't so keen on? What about the people that weren't so keen on you?