Observation of the day.

It dawned on me today that I tend to spend a lot of time complaining about the pebbles in my shoes. However, when I look back on my life, it's not the pebbles that I remember, it's the sinkholes, and the volcano's, and the rainbows and roses. So why do I spend so much time complaining about the pebbles?

I suppose it's part of the human condition. Venting obviously makes me feel better. But is it really beneficial to those around me? No one likes a complainer.

Thought for the day

It's not always the preacher in church carrying "the message" He wants us to hear. Sometimes, "the message" comes from unexpected people in unexpected places.