It always amazes me at how Mondays go for me after I've had an opportunity to preach. Bro. Dale is out sick, again, and really needs prayers. I was notified Saturday morning that I was needed to preach on Sunday morning. The day really went well. However, when I've had a good Sunday, the old devil sticks his head up on Monday. I am reminded that I've got control though. The Lord gave me that control when I accepted HIM. After lunch I told Satan to get behind me and that my Lord was in control of my life. The afternoon went better, but I would appreciate prayers from everyone who may read this. I know that the old devil will be right back to work on me today.