Sunday bloody Sunday..... er... or something

Sundays are interesting days..
yesterday... i woke up at 8:30, brushed my teeth... went to the little boys room, showered, kissed my wife as she graciously ironed a shirt for me, and then ran out the door without my socks.... once i had regained my composure from the sock fiasco, i drove off in my environment "not so" friendly rover... stopping only once along the way for the morning's diet coke, of the 44 ounce variety, i managed to get to church at 9:45... church was great!!! got to sing some old hymns, and visit with my church family, what a great way to start off a sunday.. by 12:10 i was on my way back home, this time stopping for some ton's. about 1pm, i settled into my office, "the dungeon", to prepare for the evening's festivities...
lessons are strange and curious beasts to tame... if inspired to speak on a topic, there still remains the task of trying to figure out how to make it interesting, how to make it sparkle and shine.... confusion, elation, rage, depression, innadequacy are all feelings that describe the lesson writing process.... and of course afterwards relief and more confusion...
what i must keep reminding myself is that it is never about the messenger, it is always about the message and its author. if i could just remember that, sunday's wouldnt be such a roller coster of emotion... but alas! humanity kicks in, and wednsday night comes all too soon...