I woke up this morning with church on the brain. I haven't been consistently, in I can't remember how long. The last time I went to any service was a few weeks ago when I was visiting my girlfriend L-Boogie in Brooklyn. We went to her church- nice service, good people. But for some reason, I cannot get in tune with my own church. This morning, I was ready, I left the house for the 7:30 service (my favorite) at 7:30 (that's how I roll). When I got outside, I checked my tires, because they have been giving me problems recently. They were low. I had no cash or quarters for the air machine. I had just given them to my girl April yesterday for parking when we met for lunch. So I went to my dad's (payday can't come soon enough), because he always has quarters. Yes, I drove to my dad's house for quarters. Who else was I going to wake up (or in his case, would be up) for such a ridiculous request? I guess I could have gotten cash back at the Walgreens, and asked for quarters, but the one by my house doesn't open until 8, if then.
Long story short, I put air in the tires and I'm rolling smooth. But since I push it so close for service, it's 8:18am by now and there is no need to go all the way out there to turn around. I tell myself, 'there's still the 11 o'clock service (but I have a matinee movie date with my girl K-hubb) or the 6 o'clock (that's my winding down time)'. It looks like this heathen will sit yet another Sunday service out. I really have to get it together. It's so wack that I've been delinquent. Especially considering how much I really enjoy a good word and service. It usually holds me for the week. So now I'm shooting for February. I will try to make it to every service in February. I'll keep you posted on how that goes.