last week we headed west through miles of corn and the occasional horse farm to hike at our nearest state park. the jaunt itself was twenty percent hiking, eighty percent pitching rocks into the river, but after a long stretch of eventually, we managed to circle back to our van and waiting lunches.
little em continues to plug along. often i'm too close to the every day gritty to see straight, but when i give the past year a sweeping glance, our growth is something big. remember how he used to scream his lungs off during half our walks? we've heard nary a peep in ages, and now he'll even ask to race his older brothers and sister.
i, however, have been hormonal and weird these past few days, sporting maturity that would embarrass most twelve year olds. i've had many a stern talk with myself, mostly to the tune of nic, get a grip and soon, and then followed up those talks with asking God to get a firm hold on me because clearly i cannot be left unsupervised with my own attitude.
today we'll tackle some work about the house, then trek out again for Uncharted Territories. the morning fans out before me like a promise unwrinkled, and i'm a beggar again, shaking God down for the gumption to choose to smile and affirm and love enough for this day.
left to my own devices, i'm toast, but God in me? has so got this.
now spill: what does your tuesday have up its sleeve? and what has God been doing in you lately?