Okay, I know this is the day God has made and I'm supposed to rejoice and be glad in it. It's just that I'm having a hard time doing it. This morning was okay. This afternoon I had to buy groceries. I was at Wal-Mart and the bank inside was just across from where I checked out. I pushed my cart around and stared right at a hundred dollar bill on the counter in front of the teller. She couldn't see it because it was down on the little shelf in front of her. I picked it up and showed it to her. Her eyes got really big. I asked her if I could keep it. She told me no! She said the guy had just walked away that it belonged to. "Yeah, I bet," I found myself thinking; "you'll probably pocket it when I leave." Now I'm showing my true colors. I would be such a mess without Jesus. Why do I have to be so honest?? I really could have just walked away with it! Except I knew I couldn't get away with it. It wouldn't be pleasing to Him who lives inside me.
It's just that it came at a good time; or would of if I'd kept it. I found a hundred dollars one other time and the person claimed it so I had to give it back also. Again, I could of just pocketed it and no one would have known. Except God and the little man who lost it. Okay, those of you who know me well know that there's no way I could keep quiet about it. But I digress from my original subject.
So I get home still pining about my lost riches and Ben tells me they fired Avery Johnson, the coach of the Dallas Mavericks. I guess I have to say their former coach. That really made me mad. I feel strongly about my boys, even their coach, and I remain a faithful fan even if they did get their butts kicked. They are still my team! I get to liking someone and it really upsets me when they get traded or fired. I've been through Steve Nash, Eduardo Najera, Raja Bell, Devin Harris, Desagna Diop, and others. So the way I deal with it is that I end up liking the other teams they go to. The world of sports is a cruel world to those who lose. I hate that part.