A weekend with family, of course.
Fall is my favorite season, and there's almost no better place to enjoy it than in the timber. This weekend we donned our coats, work gloves, and boots. After making the difficult decision of whether to hop onto the tailgate of my sister's pickup truck, or to ride in the back of my dad's homemade trailer, we headed off across the pasture to the woods.
We climbed over barbed wire fences. Competed to see who could throw black walnuts the farthest. Practiced our sword fighting with sticks and twigs. Looked at cool fungus. Admired the beautiful colors of fall. Caught a very cold toad.
Oh yeah - we also hauled wood. Did I mention that's what brought us to the timber?
There's an old expression - he who cuts his own wood is twice warmed. This weekend we got to snuggle together near the warmth of the fire in the wood stove, to feel the warmth from within and from the fall sunshine overhead while hauling logs out of the timber, AND to enjoy the warmth of being with a family that loves each other very much.
Triplewarmth - it's a very good thing.
These are the times I know my heart will long for once we're in Guatemala. However, I already find myself longing for Xela, too. It is amazing how God can make a place feel like home before you've ever even lived there.
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