As hay season fast approaches, the kids were kind enough to spray the ponds with algaecide, restoring a clear, reflective look on the ponds.
Meanwhile, I was able to get in my steps today -- a far cry from my usual 17,000, but I AM resting my legs for the race this weekend.
I must confess, I am really excited about this weekend's event. We all know what the finish line of a race signifies -- hard work, pride, achievement, suffering, and relief. This line means so much, as Paul himself knew (Heb. 12:1-2). I love the determination of runners of all ages as they cross the finish line. I'll tell you one thing -- it makes me want to work my butt off to join them as they finish the race.