I have time on my hands. That's new. I love feeling sore, as I was reminded today.
My brother, Chas, was on the phone with my mom forever about some relationship junk. So I texted him later to ask him if he wanted to support me with my missions trip to Kenya, and he said he'd love to, and that I should call him if I ever wanted to talk about anything. This, to me, is an opening to get to know my oldest brother. He's coming home this weekend, so maybe we'll get to talk.
I just realized that I submitted a lesson for my online class completely empty of answers. How annoying.
