1. I spent the past weekend at our women's retreat at my church. The topic was contentment. As co-leader of the women's ministry, I had approached the weekend in may ways as business as usual, but was able to detach myself from that thought to enjoy what God had in store. And boy, did He deliver. I've been anxious and restless for the past few weeks without the ability to pinpoint why. A good shot of the Peace of Christ this weekend through the various ways He used was just what I needed.
2. I don't follow politics very closely. I probably should, but when I do, it frustrates me. But, I found myself oddly cheering for Hilary Clinton's Pennsylvania win on Tuesday. Have I lost my mind? Not really. The more contention among the Clinton and Obama camp brings less unity among the Democrats, thus making it easier for McCain. I'm not jazzed about any of the candidates on either side this upcoming Presidential election, but I can say with confidence I'm not an Obama fan. His comment about people clinging to their religion in difficult times was the final straw for me. Yeah, that's who I want leading the country if we face another monstrous terrorist attack. Mr. Obama, I highly suggest you cling to the hope you can have in Christ.
3. By far, Andrew Lloyd Webber was the best American Idol mentor this season. (I still love Dolly, but it wasn't all I'd dreamed about) The shocking vote off of Carly didn't surprise me. Everyone thought Jason and Brooke would be in the bottom two, but it was Syesha and Carly. Syesha and Carly did well Tuesday night, but I don't care for Syesha's attitude. Nor am I excited about someone winning who has had a recording contract, like Carly has experienced. I agreed with Simon, for all Jason's faults in song choice, he was charming. And, I applaud Brooke for having the guts to stop her song and start over in front of millions of viewers. As Simon stated, America identified with her realness. Sidenote: I'm over Paula. She can't communicate a clear sentence that makes sense to me. She needs to stick to dancing like there's no tomorrow.
4. Tuesday morning I filled up with gas on my way to work. The price per gallon was $3.39. It pains me to pay that much for gas, but in the world we live in, there isn't much choice. On my way home that afternoon, gas had risen to $3.64 per gallon. Score! It's a sad day when I'm pumped (pun intended) about getting gas for the low price of $3.39.
5. Among the wonderland of babies born over the past month, my friend, Beth, had her son. I blogged back in November soliciting boy name ideas for her that started with B. To end the suspense, his name is Brock Matthew. She says it means "Forceful gift from God" which is appropriate since Brock was a surprise blessing! And here is a picture of his debut at church this past Sunday...