So...my family got new grass like a few weeks ago or something. It's still trying desperately to grow in. Poor thing. It's struggling: major dry spots all over the lawn.
My dad was going to mow it today so it could "get started" on it's growing process and he asked if I would.
I had nothing pressing to do, and was SO happy to help him out. He's so good to me and it was the least I could do.
The grass didn't particularly need mowing. I think I cut like a half a centimeter off. But it wasn't important.
I was happy, doing what my dad wanted.
My puppy stared at me with those curious eyes and seemed to ask, "You know that you're just going around in circles with that contraption, right?" I could tell he thought I was a silly human. I tried to explain to him what I was doing, but to no avail. He didn't understand.
I am a girl who believes in a God that wants me to progress. Sometimes things happen. Not everyone will understand. And you may begin to wonder if you are going in circles. But I believe in a God who knows me. And who looks at my lawn with pride.
Some complications came up with Thailand. I'm pretty sure I'm still going. I don't really want to talk about it. I've been having to do a bunch of re-arranging and am kinda off the radar for a few days (sorry if you have been at the receiving end of that this week). But the point I'm trying to make is that everything's ok. I'm pushing forward, the best I can. And I am being taken care of. I feel calm about everything. Which is kinda new. Ask my friend Joshua, he can tell you how much I stress. :)