We are home.  I am feeling puny so I'm sacked out on the couch while he tames the yard that went wild while we were gone those days and days.  Mom is coming in two days.  His family is on their annual weeks long camping trip.  Grandpa's birthday is coming.  The good friends' anniversary party.  The John Canyon ride.  The trim is stacked against the wall in the living room.  The cabinets are still not all painted.  My wallpaper needs ordering.  Our clothes are still packed.  We can't find the bug spray.  And then it will be August already.  And then September and school will be starting.  You see how time is rushing me?

Pastor challenged us to do the right thing this morning.  He spoke of callings and then called us to step in faith.

I didn't have to think long about what sorts of steps I am not taking.

It is easy for me to give every last bit of my day away.  It is easy for me to commit myself weeks out to good, really good things and people.  I have to watch myself.  I get carried away with my love of loving the kingdom.  And then my world tilts because when I love the kingdom more than Him, I hurt everyone.

I'm not carving out my days.  I'm not spacing my time so that I'm open.

So I'm sacked out on the couch.  I'm reading through my Alaska journals.  I'm thanking Him for loving me.  I'm laying here, just soaking.

And just like that, I'm being fed full.