Today was a refreshingly uneventful Saturday. The kids had no meets. I did not have to work. Dad had a ministry fair he had to attend for an hour or so but that was not a big deal. I do think schedules have gotten way out of hand, but I haven’t the cognition to formal opinion on it. I just mean that I’m busy too, and my brain is tired from the various things that do require I use it.

Elianna was working next door and asked if I’d come over to help serve. She was feeding the pastor’s wives retreat. After a while Dad the boys came over as well. We ate together in the conference room that currently is fairly packed with donated quits, old curtains, and a fourth of the room’s space worth of possessions that are being stored by the camp for the annual state fair group.

Again, I have thoughts but some things aren’t worth repeating. As I was stacking and restacking stainless steel bowls on the bottom shelf, I thought to myself, “What if I am the OCD one being called to help out camp?” The abilities and characteristics are most certainly there. But the time, the energy, and the fortitude to see it through…I do understand that some dreams are just that.