Lyrics that clung to my mind like a magnet as we sang them in this morning’s service.
Every breath—a rich intake of God’s favor, goodness, mercy, and love. Then, why must I all too often choose to exhale words and thoughts so poverty-stricken in praise?
Go Zach!
Pom-poms were left at home but we cheered on our youngest son this morning during the Spinx Run Fest held in beautiful downtown Greenville, SC.
Zach’s in the yellow t and red shorts. We liked how easy he was to spot in the crowd. 
Sarah, baby Piper, Ashley, and Patrick led the cheers. Brian and I are thankful for the special friendships that both boys developed while in college. Patrick and Ashley are at the top of the list!
The finish line brought an expression of relief (or is that pain?) to Zach’s face. I think it may have been a little of both, and understandably so. Training for a half-marathon while traveling out of town and preparing for Piper’s arrival is commendable… and we couldn’t be prouder!Who knows? The entire family may get in on the 5K action next year (although Brian has threatened to wear a Twinkie costume during the race.) If that’s not enough reason to discourage me from training, I don’t know what is. 🙂
Farewell to my favorite season…
I know you want this, but you can’t have it. It’s not good for you.
To Rupert, however, everything about it was right:
It looked good.
It smelled good.
It was edible.
Everybody else was eating it.
How do you reason with an eight-year old Lhasa Apso? After all, I know what’s best for him even when he doesn’t understand. He simply needs to trust me.
While spouting these words of wisdom to Rupert (note his glazed expression in the picture) I gained a sense of how God may feel when trying to reason with me.
I quietly repented in that moment recognizing that much like Rupert, I won’t always see, sense, or understand what’s best for me, but I must always trust that God does.
A lesson learned from one spoiled Lhasa. Thank You, Lord.
