Rest

One week down.

Each one of those things weighs 29 pounds. We’ve placed over 2,000. Arms bruised to various shades. Halfway done.

You’ve kept up with these horses, three of which are well-conditioned amateur MMA fighters.

You’re hurting more and more exhausted than they are, fighting through tendinitis and lack of conditioning, but you’re recovering well enough to know you’re going to be good enough for another week.

That feels good. You can’t wait to get home though. Store is taking off, and the folks are keeping up.

You told them you would put the store on pause, and dad said he had nothing better to do. They actually enjoy feeling useful. You really don’t deserve them. Glad things are the way they are these days; sure hasn’t always been that way.

Thank God they’re just going. Trust Him to keep leading you. Feels like you’re being tossed across a storm. Not adrift… just not sure where you’re going. Heavy seas, but she’s handling just fine.

Get some sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.