Every day I wake up and ask, ďLord, how can I serve You today?Ē Sometimes I donít get a clear answer. (Which is on me, not Him.) Other days, I help at the church food bank, or visit a sick friend. Or, I refrain from giving the stink-eye to a screaming toddler.
Iím going to write 50,000 words in 30 days.
Forgive me that Iím playing some vintage Scorpions as I write this. Call it mood music if you will.
Iíve never been wildly popular (old high school classmates always say, ďYou graduated when?Ē) but our home, Crazy Acres, is a popular place to be. At least for wild critters.