These days begin early, pass quickly, end when the sun is gone.
We move from strategy session to our intersecting orbits around home base, and mulch gets spread, and ditches get dug, and flowers get planted, and tasks disappear from our corporate checklist in the cloud.
Sunrise (literally) finds me on my knees in the cactus garden burying drip irritation for the moss roses.
Days ago, I grunted out animated passion with every striking of the pick to gravel.
Moments later, huge raindrops from a benign looking cloud drove me temporarily into the shed doorway, and I stood, arms folded, watching rain stream down.
Your post reminded me of this verse.
"In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength…" Returning day by day, moment by moment, to that Sanctaury we find strength. Keep up the good work.
And congratulations to Chantee and you all on the wedding! What wonderous things hath God wrought!!