  And God has put all things under his feet and made him the supreme head of the church -- which is his body, filled with himself, the author and giver of everything everywhere. -Ephesians 1:22-23 &nbsp; We live in a physical body surrounded by spirituality, but too often I get caught up in the physical world -- right here, right now -- and ignore the big picture, the spiritual realm. That's silly of me because God is going to hold everything together better than anything I even attempt to do. I can organize. I can plan. I can encourage.
I can love. Yet somewhere among every decision I make, there's God tending to every detail, truly controlling every situation. God is greater than every thing I have, every thing I try to be, everything I feel. He's greater than all my five senses combined, really. I get caught up in trying to be a certain way. I'm a perfectionist, so maybe I should relax.
I'm a people pleaser, so maybe I should just be myself. I'm a worrier, so maybe I should take every moment one at a time. Maybe. But really life comes down to my heart, your heart. Our hearts sum up who we are. From my heart springs my emotions, my intellect and my will.
I once heard "character" defined as who I am when no one is looking. In other words, I am who I am in my heart. I am who I am every inch inside me, even the parts I don't like to show others. Whatever I hide will one day surface. I'm pretty good at developing a pleasing outward appearance, but is that really who I am? Does an emotion or experience cause me to believe something is true even when it isn't true?
Maybe a false belief is rooted in a childhood experience or a grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side thought. Maybe I'm sinfully seeking immediate satisfaction. Maybe my perfectionism pushes me to play by the rules for the sake of playing by the rules and no other reason. Sometimes these things take power over my life, a life given to me by the creator of the universe. I should probably just trust&nbsp;God to take care of what he already started. &nbsp; &nbsp; OK, so today was a good summer day.
After church and lunch at Backyard Burger, we (that would be Jaclyn, Bryan, Brandon, Greg and I)&nbsp; went to David and Jennifer's to swim and hang out in the sun. I took some pictures, read my book and tried to back dive. Some of the pictures are good, I didn't get very far in my book and I kept flipping all the way over when I dove backward. Then Jaclyn I went to the grocery and we all came back to our house to eat supper. Then Greg, who somehow still had energy, went to play tennis while the rest of us went to Jaclyn and Bryan's, where Jaclyn, Brandon and I played Scrabble. I won.
And now here I am, getting ready to go to bed, probably. The sun was shining (I think my arms might be a little red), but it wasn't too hot. Lovely summer day. We even had hot dogs for dinner. That's such a summer food. &nbsp; &nbsp; Yesterday I kept falling asleep.
First I laid down to watch the Cardinals-Reds game after I went to some yard sales and Dumplin's with Peggy. I made it through a couple of innings, then it was all over for me. I got up and cleaned some and corrected the three errors Greg found in my scrapbook (Yes, it is finished now. I think Katy will be proud of my effort. )&nbsp; before Greg and I had Mexican for dinner then rented "Mystic River. " I liked the movie, even though I dozed off in the middle.
But I must not have slept long because I didn't miss much. 
