That thing on my head is starting middle school next week...
The thing strapped to my wife starts forth grade.
...and I was walking the beach this morning while they slept, listing to a man of God share thoughts on other men of God who lived long ago.
I was encouraged and cut to the heart for the millionth time that Jesus was all-sufficient...and I found myself dropping to my knees in thanks and sorrow, asking for help to simply be who He wants me to be.
I wasn’t lamenting the fact that I wasn’t surfing because of the sharks...
Time does fly, and we change, and grow old.
Thankfully, God does not.
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