No rain this week.

I will say that I have learned some things this morning...one is that people, no matter what, will ALWAYS disappoint me. I used to think it was because my expectations were too high. For example, I expect people to do what they tell me they are going to do. And that's just too much to ask of those other people...I now know that my standards are not too high, I just happen to live in an imperfect world, and EVERYONE is affected by that. Though people are supposed to always do what they say, they can't...thank God, because if they did, I might rely on them for meeting all my needs and fulfilling my desires. Unfortunately, I often find myself trying to rely on people for those things in spite of my knowledge about their inherent failures. Which is what brings me here this morning. I tried to rely on my mother for happiness and love. Granted, she DOES love me, but not as fully as I want to be loved. By her, or really at all. My only inexhaustible source for love is my Savior. He gave his life proving that. I take for granted the greatest love of my life, while impossibly expecting this love from watered down sources. Then...actually being disappointed when the truth is upheld, and the weaker loves prove dissatisfying. Not to downplay love as I know it here on earth. Because, I myself am only capable of providing a cheap imitation of the love God has for me. I am sinful and selfish by nature...more selfish than I can even tell you about. So, anyone or anything I love is tainted by my lurking selfish desires and ambitions. I DO love, though. I love so much, more than I thought I could. The goodness in my love comes from God. He supplies me with anything tangible and worthy to give, including my love. So, why should I look to any other source for fulfillment? Instead, may I endeavor to be grateful for the love (from God) that I find in other hearts. May I be pleasantly suprised when God graces me with love from my family, friends, or total strangers. May I not be foolish enough to believe that love, REAL love, comes from any source other than the Lord.

P.S. Johnmark wants to repaint the bathroom.