One of those weeks . . .

My huge, beautiful tomato plants which were loaded with green tomatoes caught the blight and none could be salvaged. My garden looks barren and I am disgusted that all of my hard work was for naught.

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Just one of those weeks.
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My son, who had signed up for football back in May, began to have some serious second thoughts and a lot of anxiety about playing this season and very much wanted to play soccer instead. We initially told him he needed to stick it out, but relented when we saw the toll that worrying was taking on our normally very happy boy. He will be playing soccer this fall and is thrilled, leaving his father and I feeling as if we need to explain our decision to everyone.

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Just one of those weeks.

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Band camp has started, and my daughter apparently thought that a massive nosebleed and accompanying emergency room trip two weeks ago was not excitement enough for me, so she passed out during marching drills. Fortunately, her passing out was due to the extreme heat and the fact that we apparently had "no food" for breakfast (disclaimer - "no food" is teenager-ese for "I know there is food, but it is skillfully hidden behind impenetrable cupboard and refrigerator doors"). Unfortunately, she has a mild concussion from hitting her head on the way down.

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Just one of those weeks.

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However, last evening I had the privilege of presenting the gospel message to many people as I worked at our church's tent at our county fair. There is no better feeling than feeling the sweet presence of the Lord allaying your fears and helping throughout it all. I plan on posting more about the tent our church sets up later on this week. As I sat in the long line of traffic leaving the fair, I thought of the folks I talked to throughout the night. There were children, teenagers, and adults of every age. Some were wary, some were a bit mocking, some were light hearted and some were heavily burdened. We talked, we laughed, we cried and we prayed. The evening conversely seemed difficult and easy all at once. Difficult because the task of presenting a message that not everyone wants to hear seemed daunting and easy because God was with us every step of the way.

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Just like He has been with me every step of the way this week.