I'm ending another work-week. It sometimes scares me how fast my life is going by.

I don't want my lasting memory to be one of always trying to lose weight. I want to get past myself and onto others. Yesterday I ate a cream puff; when am I going to get serious? It's no wonder I've spent most of my adult life dieting.

God warns us about being "lukewarm;" that condition is ineffective. Wake up!