Sometimes it feels like there are so many little (negative) factors that are working against you. I always have to remind myself that God has already conquered death and the battles that fall within that. Lord, protect us throughout the battle and the race of faith. Go before us and behind us.
But the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil. And some people, craving money, have wandered from the true faith and pierced themselves with many sorrows. But you, Timothy, are a man of God; so run from all these evil things. Pursue righteousness and a godly life, along with faith, love, perseverance, and gentleness.
I have come to the conclusion that diaper bags are the ugliest things ever. Not one has been one that I’d ever want on my shoulder. I’d rather go Jansport.
Like I said, this weekend was a handful of “moments” and I don’t mean precious moments. Almost like this moment. That day we tried to do the Nat Geo thing in Guatemala and explore but someone thought he’d create his own King of the World tour. Leaving us to stop our lives to send out the search party. In essence wasting more time and testing the wife on whether she cared to even send anyone to find that man.
This weekend there were a few of those gems except nobody was king of any world.