Oh boy, I’m beat. Loving on a big family can be exhausting especially if they are a family of adventures. We spent the day yesterday in the mountains beside a cold Little Tennessee, nice wide pebble beach framed with massive boulders. We played, swam, built sculpture, ate, and just loved on each other. Only one problem, wilderness takes a certain amount of agility, a litheness that allows you to navigate the wild but you are now being dragged around with a 62-year-old body. When you have to hold the arm of your 12-year-old granddaughter to boulder hop from one deep green water hole to another you’ll know what I mean. The moral of this story is this, you had better raise children who will raise children who think it is ok to help their old granddaddy live the adventures they are living. God is good. All the time. God is good.
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