Torn

Skyla leaves this week. The time with her has been so difficult. I have put so much energy into parenting her. I am grateful for the call to serve and for the calling to be over. It is a tender mercy. I am grateful. I am tired. I am sad. I am glad for the tiny glimpses of making a difference. Otherwise, I think I really would go crazy. There is a temptation to feel ineffective and incapable. And I don't choose that. Shut up, Satan. You don't even have any children. Good luck, Skyla. I hope the best for you.

If you're too school for cool...

Johnny is in a love/hate relationship with school. He sometimes tries to convince me that he's already gone to school for the day. He was excited for green day. We went for crazy green hair and it was a big success.