I think my body is tired. I didn't rest much before and after the soccer match on sunday and I think my body is complaining. Sunday's match was quite an exciting one. We started off quite jittery and conceded a goal quite quickly. I think it was because the team was half Charis and half MPCC. Usually the majority of people are from MPCC with Dennis or myself joining in. So we came to our senses and started to dominate after letting in that goal. I managed to put in the equaliser after a scramble in the box. Its funny how many I score for Charis despite not being a striker.

The 2nd half saw us begin to tire out. We were getting overrun by their midfield and we didn't have melvin or calvin to beef up the center. I felt that my position in the team should not have been central midfield because of my lack of aerial ability. Every ball that Gerald or Joel pumped up was being headed back by their number 21. But there was no choice. We did not have any subs after Ethan left. They started to run riot in our third of the field and one guy even managed to dribble past our 2 center-backs and score. We desperately tried to rally and get our game together after that. Jean Francois missed narrowly and I had another shot that tamely rolled past the outside of the goalpost. Despite our collective efforts to pull back, we ended the game after the my last shot, and arguably the best chance of the half, got deflected wide.

But more importantly, I've been thinking about what Lynette said on Sunday. This was mentioned in Mr Bound's book too. If people can work 8 hours a day in the world, why can't we work 8 hours for God? I've not been as disciplined as I should. Get up off your butt, daryl... Your work is to pray.