It’s the moving that is so, so painful.

Today I did a good deed. I was talking with a guy that a friend had brought to church and I decided to go over and get him and I a drink. Arlis was over there apparently filling up cups with water—what a great guy. I marched over there in all my glory and said something like, “Is it ok if I take two? They’re not both for me,” because there were two full cups on the table. He said something like “sure” and I marched off with my prizes. It wasn’t until I came back to refill my cup that I noticed that…Arlis wasn’t there. And then it dawned on me, I possibly took two cups of water from a man who was filling them up for his family. I was prepared to get really embarrassed. I was right, and I did get embarrassed. It was really funny though.

About the “write a lyric like you’d say it.” Ironically, the man who told me that, Dale Kropf, wrote a song called “No Less Than Me” that became a hit for J.D. Sumner & The Stamps Quartet and in the chorus he breaks this "rule."

No less than me I bring to You
No less than me my offering
Nothing else that I can bring
As a service to the King
All I have is his I know
My life is under His control
His child I know I’ll always be
That’s why I bring no less than me

Tomorrow is a test. I don't feel prepared. So I must rise early. Because I want to do well. Oh but tomorrow morning will come so soon. I will be so tired. And feel so bad. What if I choke? What if I get a 70%? Or a 60%? I'll try to sign off on a "hi" note.

Hi.