Life has a way of doing that. Just scootin' along. And before you know it the week's over. The month's over. The year's over. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Sometimes I think my heart wasn't cut out for this way of things. I must be a turtle inside -- let's slow things down a bit.
Finding all sorts of things to do around here these days. And every time I pull up the internet I find even more things to want to do. And then I remember all the things that I really need to do, and somehow those slip to the bottom of the pile... hmm.
Right now I'm working on a garden fence so all my planting isn't for the rabbits, as a lot of it was last year. It's good to feel physical tiredness again. Good to feel those little muscles squeaking that they still exist under there :)
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. 2 Cor 12:9
Thank the heavens for coffee, sleeping babes, and the Lord's grace and strength.