When Fleeing Tempation . . .

There is this great little church down the road from our house. And of course they post little inspirational messages on their reader board out front. For quite a while now, these are the "in" thing for churches. I have found it remarkable how appropriate this little church's words of wisdom have been for me. I often feel that I am motivated to drive past that church by the Will of God to receive a special message.

Today's message was:
When Fleeing Tempation, do not leave a forwarding address

It was clear to me that this little message has to do with all the little forwarding addresses in our house -- all the little goodies left from the party: gumdrops, hershey kisses, gumdrops, etc. I finally packed up the remaining peanuts there were in the silver dish, and had Vince toss the rest of the cake. The same day we tosssed the cake, our neighbor friends brought over an apple pie. This isn't terribly tempting for me since apple pie isn't one of my favorites. Though there was at least one moment where I consciously made a decision to NOT have a piece of pie. I chose raw apples instead.