What a Treat.

This weekend my boy is my friend. I am not saying there are any problems. I am saying that on the ride down he commented on how powerful and free our conversation was. It was the free flow of friends.

I will take all of it I can get.

He and I have ruts too. Not bad, mostly. We have found ways to work with and around and through what we have. Personally, though, I am going to work on new ways all of the time. I am tired of some of my ruts and I have what I need to change them.

Father, I know I am not living in the fullness of your dream for me. But, I know every day the ways you are leading me there. Three steps forward, two back... But always progress. All in grace. All in grace. I want to make you famous. I want to look like you and smell like you. I want to draw them to look at you.