Rushing from the kitchen table this morning, I grabbed my old thrift-store suit coat, straightened my tie, picked up my backpack and truck keys, finished my last gulp of milk, and then ran out the door…
Exactly three seconds later (before the dust had even had a chance to settle), I burst back into the house, rushed over and gave each of my girls a quick kiss on the cheek, said my goodbyes — and then hurried out the door again.
That was about 8 o’clock this morning.
When I finally got back home a little after 9 o’clock tonight, I wasn’t moving anywhere near that fast.
You wouldn’t think that church administration meetings would be so tiring — especially since I’d really just been sitting on my backside all day long. But still, it does make for a long day.
As I walked wearily into the kitchen tonight, ready to drop my load and climb into bed, I was met with a smile from Lindsey and a piece of pie.
Fresh, homemade pumpkin pie, no less!
I tell ya, I’ve never been so thankful for a piece of pie in my entire life! I’m a very blessed man. Very grateful, indeed!
You also might like last year’s rant:
Cuz honestly, who doesn’t like to be thankful?!