Warning Lights

I was coming back from meeting my friend Tom for breakfast and noticed that my brake light didn't come on anymore on the instrument panel of my truck. It's an old Ford RAnger, and from time to time different warning lights come on. I usually ignore them because they eventually go off. But last week the "brake" light started coming on. I ignored it as usual, but finally thought maybe I should check the brake fluid. Sure enough, it was low, so I added some. Imagine that... and the light doesn't come on anymore. Funny how that works.

So, how many "warning lights" flash at me each day, and how often do I ignore them? Hmm. Probably way too many.

I got a call from a pastor from a neighboring church today. I hadn't talked to him in a couple of years, and, honestly, he kind of rubbed me the wrong way the last time I talked to him. But he called just to say "hi" and see how I was doing,and to warn me about some people who had been trying to get money from all the areae churches. It was good just to chat. I felt bad about my previous attitude against him. I had ignored that warning light for too long.

We had our ANNUAL CONGREGATIONAL MEETING last night. It went good - other than the fact of my still fighting this rotten cold. A couple of ladies brought cookies, which I thought was a grand gesture. I can remember some of these meetings not being so nice. I really appreciated the people who came (all 17) and their willingness to share ideas and comments. I like our church. I only wish I had been aware of more warning lights along the way, so I wouldn't have done so many stupid things. Forgiveness is such a nice thing.

My stomach is growling. Guess that's a signal it's time to eat. (blink)

Peace revolution.