This is a somewhat rambling journey through the chicken pox, books we're reading, and the constant battle with Bingley for desk space.
But also, some big questions: How do we steward our days toward creating a culture of healing and wholeness? How do we strengthen the weak? And how do we help the lost want to be found?
We steward our days differently when we know what we're fighting for, and what we're fighting against. Because we do not fight against flesh and blood, but often it's flesh and blood that fights against us.
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stewardship of days
Last month, that weird illness I mentioned a few posts ago blew through the Valley here and hit about two thirds of our family. So once we recovered from those fevers and aches and exhaustion, it seemed like the perfect time to expose the boys to the chicken pox and get that over with, too.
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