I'm a big fan of microwave popcorn.  Not the yellow stuff that tastes like plastic.  I mean the homemade goodness that you scoop out of a bag, into a paper bag and pop in your oven.  That's good stuff right there and I've been told that I make it well.  Tonight, however, I burned the popcorn.  Not lightly either.  We're talking about the smelly, oh-why-didn't-I-push-the-STOP-button, I-hope-I-didn't-start-a-fire burnt.  

I need a sherpa.   A sherpa is the person who gets paid to guide hopeful climbers up Mt.

You had your "Quiet Time" today?  Have you spent time "In the Word?"  Done any "Bible Study" today before bed?  "I hope you read your "Chapter of the Day!"

Ugg.

I never realized how much I hate to journal.

Journaling means pausing when I want to run.  Recounting when I want to advance.  Expressing when I want to just do.  I don't want to journal.