This morning I got out of bed on time and got off to a good start and got the kids to school on time.

At school we had a fire drill.  At the rally point outside I got to talk to our professor.  We didn't talk about anything significant just about our experiences with winter weather in Austin.  But it was meaningful to me because I had a little self-esteem issue after feeling unprepared in his class the other day.

My worry and resentment about missing addictions class to stay home with my sick kid kept cropping up this morning.  Each time I had to turn to God's will to see again that I must give up my valuation of this session of lecture on Cocaine and stimulants.  I had to trust that I will have the experience that I need.  I had to trust that my productivity in the class will meet the expectations of the professor.

I got to talk to a friend at school today about religious and spiritual matters.
I got to talk to a sponsee for a little while this afternoon.  I should have done a better job of following up with him.

I remembered that our Gospel reading this Sunday was the call to be salt and light.

Today I heard that people like miracles more than messages.  Meaning that people are quick to believe in apparitions or miracle healing but resist the call to change.

Thanks be to God for this day.

Thanks be to God.