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Shame, shame, shame. Shame on me. I do love Jesus. And caring for others is not an option. It's not a calling. It's mandatory. But the good thing is, it comes with Jesus. I don't have to make myself try to feel things. It's a choice and I choose Jesus.

I have neglected the wonderful people of Nashville. Please check out this blogger from Tennessee. I pray the video she posted produces a godly sorrow. Because godly sorrow is to produce action, not guilt or condemnation.

Since I'm preaching, here's an excerpt from an online devotion I get that you may enjoy:


Choosing to laugh more than cry and finding the fun in each day was often like seeking buried treasure. But most days the good was there; it just wasn't as noticeable as the bad. Focusing on those moments felt like breath in my lungs.


What did they have that my 'pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps' mentality wasn't fulfilling?

Jesus. They simply had found the Prince of Peace who sends the Counselor into your heart when you accept Him.

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I'm going to need all the reminders to repent today, anyway. Last night we made Tres Leches and I assure you it is downright sinful. It is hard to believe I can enjoy a slice of something that good and still go to Heaven. Mmm mm mmmm.