I feel as if we haven't been home for much of August. We had two incredibly hectic weeks due to our work schedules, and then life happened last week--who really knows--that kept us from getting home before dark, probably 4 out of 5 weekdays. Yup!
Life marches, dances, gallops, strolls along. There are still green tomatoes to be picked and processed. New cucumbers are coming up fast! Sunflower heads to dry.
Life never quits.
Each day, though full of busyness, is still a gift. Each moment is still a moment to connect with my Creator. Whether I'm in a car talking over the day with my husband or standing in line at the grocery store, I can recall that God gave me a set amount of days on this lovely planet, and I'm determined not to waste even one of them on the selfishness of not getting my own way (i.e. failed plans).
We sing such true songs at church... (And at home, and in the car, and every moment I get to put words of faith into my ears)... Quite often I can't (I CAN'T!) keep the tears from forming when I think of how good--how very good--our God is.
I've felt weary quite often of late...but oh, how God brings life. Even the non-vibrant, weary, exhausted life is such a very good life.