Sunday thoughts

I went to church this morning. I only managed to pull it off as I realized I should have set the clocks back so I had the magical extra hour to get us all fed, dressed and out of the house. The topic was being immaculate with your word. If you say you will do something, do it. There are no good excuses not to. And you will pay the price one way or another. There will be repercussions either way. If you do follow through on your word (the example was a date with your spouse on Friday night) you will have positive repercussions, ie. more intimacy, closeness, fostering the marriage. If you don't follow through on the Friday night date, well then we know how that would turn out. Someone would be pissed off, resentful, give the ole cold shoulder etc. I thought this was a very practical message. This is what I like about Unity Church. It uses biblical ideas and applies them in a very modern way.
My meeting tonight was about service and how to explain Al-Anon to a new comer. I shared that Al-Anon has permeated my life so much that I can't easily see how and where it has changed my life. All I know is that it has. It made me grow up, mature, love more kindly, judge much less and attempt to have integrity in all my affairs. Its taught me how to see my part in any problem that presents itself. I am responsible for my own actions. Blame is lame. I just made that up, but it makes the point that blaming does not do any good and only delays my growth.
Sundays, when I go to both church and my meeting, can be pretty heavy duty. Lots of things to think about for the week ahead. Gets my head on straight for the week. Especially a week without Joe.
Oh, I wanted to mention that the photo of Baby Talan on my first blog was taken after a hike with my friend Amber and her dog Henry (pronounce the French way "on-ree") on Tubbs Hill. BT loved Henry and fed him so many cheese nips that the dog started refusing them because he was so thirsty (they are very salty). Amber and I were in hysterics. BT had no intention of stopping the feeding of cheese nips so consequenly my car is littered with them. Hopefully we have not scarred Henry for life. He may have a phobia of cheese nips.