Always amazed

We're going through a massive reorganization at work, and it has altered my job considerably. The last few weeks have been intense. That's not a bad thing... just reality. Every night, though, when I've come home I have been wiped out. It's still amazing to me how meetings turn into more meetings that turn into more meetings. All my words get used up; quite an accomplishment for an extrovert! And that little spot on my neck that the chiropractor has been working on for years starts to throb and my shoulders get stiff. There is a reason Christ commands us to cast our burdens on Him....

When I walk through the door in the evenings there is a little boy who does not care even the least little bit what kind of day I've had. To Isaac, I am home to read and play and wrestle and chase. As I make my way up the sidewalk to the front door, he stands peering through the glass, squealing with a delight grown-ups sometimes forget exists. I love being his daddy. And miraculously, in that place where exhaustion collides with a toddler's love and innocence, the cares of my day seem to wash away.