Stopped raining long enough for me to mow. Funny how that works, and probably funny how it must look to the Lord - we need the rain, we pray for it, and when it comes we whine about having it.
As kids we want more than anything to grow older. We grow older and remember the good ole days as kids. We can't wait to get out of school and get a job, then wish we had the same schedule as high school.
I think I like it the way it is. Right now the sun is shining on my pretty green, freshly mowed grass, I don't have to tolerate teachers' dirty looks. And the Lord is blessing my family with His care and grace, giving us work to do for His kingdom.
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