This morning I awoke after a good night’s sleep. I rested well. If you, too, are one who struggles to experience quality rest, a good night’s sleep is a blessing.

I was excited when I woke up, too. Excited in a good way. My wife and I met our kids in town for an adjustment by our famiy chiropractor. After three of us had our adjustments, we patronized Cracker Barrel for a wonderful meal. We had a wonderful waitress, too. (Taylor, you were wonderful.)

Our son saw one of his buddies at Cracker Barrel, and they did their cool guy handshakes that I fail to understand.

I rocked my granddaughter in her carrier, while she slept after having been fed by her mom. Lennon has that baby smell I wish would never depart. I cannot help but kiss her. My cup was full.

We came home afterwards for a bit. Three bucks were on the hill opposite the driveway. They watched us as I parked the car and we came in for a bit. I picked up my Dickens novel and CJ responded to texts from friends about church tomorrow.

Ladybug is now settled in beside me while I dive back into A Tale of Two Cities. Goob is down for a nap. And in an hour we leave to go through a maze game with friends down in the city.

As I look out from my home library window, the trees are tall and still. It is about 50 degrees outside–perfect weather, in my view. The deer are browsing on the hills and a male cardinal is at my birdfeeder.

Looking forward to an evening with a group of friends as we figure our way out of the mazes. My wife loves puzzles, so I’m sure we’ll succeed.

We have touched base with the saints for tomorrow. We will gather, pray, fellowship, eat, sing, and we’ll open the Word to 1 Peter to see what God has provided there for us.

In a word, grateful. I’m grateful to the Lord for what His providential, kind, sovereign hand is building. I am, again, grateful.