But who's counting? It's just that time of the summer that no matter what, the bickering is becoming more frequent, the days seem longer, our house feels smaller and everyone seems to be craving structure. That's why we call it a "season". It's not supposed to last forever. Although there are some aspects of this time I would love to bottle up for eternity. Kindergarten, third and fifth grade is a "golden time". They're more and more self sufficient, still want to be with you and yet possess that innocence and naivete which proves they're still so young. I know this time is passing so quickly and I don't wish it away any longer like I did those toddler and preschool years. 13 days back then felt like a year. Now it feels like 24 hours.

Just walked in the door from 8 days in beautiful Boulder, Colorad0. (pictures to follow) Lots of down time--enough to have read 5 books. One book in particular captivated my attention and I found myself scribbling quotes from it every 10 pages or so. It is "The God I Love" by Joni Eareckson Tada. For those not familiar, she was the woman rendered quadriplegic in 1967 at the tender age of 18 as a result of a diving accident. A movie was made about her life and she has written several books over the years. This book is her memoir.
Throughout the book she's very candid about the intense struggles she went through to keep her faith in a "good God who would allow this kind of suffering". She's a wonderful storyteller with a contagious desire to know God deeper and understand the ultimate purpose of the pain in her life.
In one of the last few chapters she gives an account of a trip to the poverty ravaged parts of Africa. While there to bring donated wheelchairs on behalf of her organization, she is blown away by the unwavering faith of those who have so little. She says, "It's so different in America, I thought. In the West, we think God exists to make our lives happy, more meaningful and trouble free. 'Suffering' is a hateful word, and we do anything to eradicate it, medicate it, circumvent it or divorce it." p. 298 OUCH!!
I could not get those words out of my mind. As I pondered on this I had a convicting thought: "If I really think about it, the truth is that I spend most of my time either seeking pleasure or avoiding suffering." How about you?