When you add church with a headache to a cup of coffee and multiply it by two Excedrin it all equals up to a bad case of ADHD. I addressed this condition by passing notes to and making faces at my daughter. Did you ever notice that some of the songs we Christians sing are a little wacko. I was fixated on "drinking the blood of the lamb". I don't mean to say that the songs are wrong or bad but are people really listening to what they are singing? Because when I listen, really listen to the words sometimes it freaks me out. Do I really believe what I'm singing here? It makes me ponder, so I suppose that's a good thing.
To add to the mix, the guy in front of me had his collar all messed up and it was all I could do not to reach forward and fix it for him. Luckily he fixed it as I was writing a note to my daughter about how it was bugging me.
Now, as a testimony to the power of the female brain, I tell you that not only did I hear every word of the sermon but I comprehended it too. It was fantastic and I'm going to start put it into practice this very minute, slowly but surely.