I Sit Un-amazed

If you've ever been a churchgoer, you may have heard the song,
"I Stand Amazed in the Presence."
Is that a "southern" hymn? Is that one we only sing down here where it's still 93 degrees?

(I promised myself I would not complain about the weather this week. Oops.)

Anywho...

I always got the giggles when singing that song, because I always wanted to sing it sitting down. Get it? "I Stand Amazed" while sitting?
I'm such a rebel.

Well the weekend came and went in a big ol' blur.
And I sit here un-amazed.

I am un-amazed that Lindsay Lohan failed a drug test.

I am un-amazed that it's still hot. (Oops again. I've given up on you, Fall.)

I am un-amazed that I had 5 new kiddos in my Bible Club group last night. They multiply every week.
PS... I may not be surprised, but I AM grateful.)

I am un-amazed that Sunday nights at Bible Club make me psychotic.

I am un-amazed that when I went to make a Burger King run for me, the boy, my friend, and my friend's kids... Burger King was closed. You may recall my run-in with this Burger King before. Remember? No burger meat. Well, last night... No food at all.

I am un-amazed that the McDonalds which I consumed at 8:45 last night came back to haunt me at around 2:00 am. In the form of some blessed heartburn. Old people are smart to eat at 4:00 in the afternoon.

I am un-amazed that the open box of powdered laundry detergent I reached for this morning (on the shelf over my head) slipped out of my hand and dumped all over me. And the washer. And the floor.

It is Monday after all.