Thirty Years. Not My Will But Yours.
Thirty years. Thirty years. Thirty years. With every new stair climbed, I quietly uttered "Thirty years." It was my mind and heart survival phrase at that moment. It had been several exhausting days of giving and giving and giving some more. I thought I was going to have a refreshing night sleep when suddenly I was needed several times throughout the night. Sleep was scarce and interrupted. I was having to give more than I wanted to give at that moment. As I headed back up to our bedroom for the umpteenth time, each step I took I reminded myself, "Thirty years." Over the last year those two words have brought my heart back into focus on more occasions that I care to admit. As we walked life with our big circle over this last year, it resulted in one of the most demanding years we have had in a long time. Maybe ever. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Practically. Relationally. In every area we had been asked to give more tha...