wonderful sunday

it was good to be @ FCC to see familiar faces. The Charity Cafe food was yummy. It was good speaking with different ones.

COvenant service was insightful as usual. It was pretty ironical though that in last week's prayer @ FCC, the prayer was about having to cross the line, whichever stage of life we are at. Last week, I was touched that God spoke to me in that way, because I felt that coming out face to face to the church authorities was crossing that line for me at this stage in my life. I nearly teared, touched that God cares.

This week, PAstor KK spoke about NOT crossing the lines that God has drawn for us. His exact words. He was saying to fear GOd and His commands. Again, the lessons were similar to what I had been experiencing in the past few months. Whatever the problem, whoever had offended us, take it to God in prayer first, and more often than not, He gives us the peace to make us feel better. Because we are set apart, we do not deal with the situation or the person the same way they deal with us. We have a choice to not sin in our anger. Precious lessons. I am still learning that. It has been easier with time, but not as perfect as how Jesus would do that.

went for my first free yoga sesson @ Sky Fitness where the SH had been going for the past year. I am so sure my body will ache tomorrow. The pace was pretty fast for me but challenging. I enjoyed the session and since it was just $55 a month for a year to go for its classes and gym plus 3 SPA sessions, I am now a member of Sky Fitness. So atas. My first gym membership. So much for simplfying my life. :)

Had a great dinner treat @ Sushi Tei by the SH. And a good talk over a yummy alcohol free beer from Brotiez. THere ends my wonderful day (except for Nero stepping on his own shit when I went back to the apartment. Well, at least he's not eating his own shit.. ) I am putting him back on pampers. I decided that I can't toilet train him. Z is right. When C comes back, she prolly won't persist. Why waste time, right? I have better things to do with my time than clear shit and be distressed over how dirty his room is. Yucks.
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