I really meant to post everyday.
I really did.
Fortunately there have been plenty of other things to keep me busy.
We’ve stained bridges, benches, chairs and decks.
We’ve picked up rocks and branches, and shoveled dirt onto horse trails.
We’ve consumed lots of coffee and meat, and gone on plenty of hikes in the mountains.
Everywhere we go, people tell us what a blessing we are.
This week has been absolutely amazing in all respects.
It’s amazing to see highschoolers who are so mature. And maturing. And strong.
This feels so much more like the ministry of Christ than just studying apologetics or giving a sermon, yet tonight I am more restless than I’ve been in quite a while.
After all the things I’ve seen and experienced, it is very easy for me to find faith.
Faith in a creator.
Faith in a savior.
Faith in hope.
Yet, what comes so easy for me is such a struggle for others.
Perhaps even more troubling is that there are other people in the world that have opposing convictions just as strong as mine.
Why can’t I shake the feeling that there’s something I should be doing about all this?
This week I have felt totally at home.
I know I need to be doing more of these sorts of things.