Find me a guy who doesn't like Saturdays in the fall and I show you a "battle-droid." I'm serious. Sleeping in later than usual. Pancakes. Messing around in the yard. College football. Taking a walk with your family. Saturdays are so cool.

Sometimes I wonder if I Sunday's are as special to me as Saturdays. I'd like to hope that they are but I don't know that for sure. I look forward to Sundays but it is a different awaiting. I think the bottom line is that I feel like Saturdays are mine. I feel like I have to share Sundays. I might be the only one who feels that but I feel it nonetheless.

In my "God time" this morning I admitted to him that I know that life is not about me but rather about Him but I forget that often. Isn't it funny how I think of Sundays as when I have to share with others when in reality God shares everyday with me? Well actually it is not funny at all. Kinda sad.

I'm going to enjoy my walk this morning (we're about to leave), but I'm also going to ask God to help me to enjoy Sunday's more.

This is the Day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.

There's something about living with three girls (that sounds bad) (I'm talking about my wife, and two daughters) that makes a man better. This morning my wife woke me up (of course she'd been up by 5:00 and cleaned the entire house) and asked me watch Emily while she takes a bath. The first thing I saw was Emily's face dawning a "bubble beard". I wanted to go watch Sports Center but keeping a watchful eye on my bubble baby was the "better" thing to do. I started to ask Kim to do it so I could watch Sports Center but she was busy working (milking the cows, changing my oil, etc) I finally pried Emily from the tub and was just about to make my way to couch when I noticed the garbage in need of some attention. Choice: Watch Sports Center (I had to see the dejection on the Cubs - Love it!) or dump the garbage? Hmmmm. Kim had done 53 loads of wash and was organizing Emily's room, Laura was standing in a towel watching her clothes dry, and Emily had now moved to the safety of the shower to "de-bubble" so if the garbage was to be dumped it was me or Jesus. I figured the Lord had enough to do so needless to say, Sports Center had to wait. As I finished up the "Herculian" task and made my way to the couch I was intercepted by Laura in desperate need of a ride to school. I started to tell her that I was out of the question as I had a "prior engagement" but I figured "hey, if she doesn't go to school, she'll flunk. If she flunks, she might drop out. If she drops out - no guys going to marry a drop out-flunkie and she'll be living at home until she is 36 (sorry to all the 36 year olds I just offended) so I put Sports Center on hold until my chuaffering duties were completed.

I returned home anxiously awaiting the soothing sound of "da na naunt, da na naunt" (is that the correct spelling of the sound that is Sports Center?) but instead was instructed by wife that I would relieve her of listening to Emily read her book while she finished doing the dishes (some women just can't multi-task) I wanted to listen to Stuart Scott go "Boo-ya" but I didn't. We prayed for Emily's breakfast (Kim's prompting - I hate when she is so "spiritual" - actually I love it) So I listened to Emily read. As she struggled with worlds like everything and beautiful my mind faded away from Sports Center. I realized the blessing that I was living and the insainity of wanting to "waste" my precious time watching over paid people whom I don't know and who do not love me in the least.

I was interupted in deep thought of how these girls bless my life in so many ways every single day with two kisses from Kim and Emily and in a flash the house was still. I was by myself at the kitchen table. I could finally get up and go watch Sports Center. I didn't. I could've - but didn't. I am not the best guy in the world, but because of my three girls (and my son, John, who doesn't live at home. "I love you John") I am getting better.

My your day be filled with the "better" of life.

Joel

Okay, how hard can this be? I just type whatever is on my heart or in my head and then billions of people on the planet can all come read my thoughts and the world will be getting smaller like one tiny happy village and then . . .

Okay, so it might take some time to get it down.

Hey Cubs fan: keep your head up. "Wait until next year."

God is good. His love endures forever.

joel quile