I realized, on my way home from work, what my silence (especially on this Nightstand day!) might seem like to my long-time readers.
Last you knew, I was jumping out of an airplane. Then I don’t participate in the carnival I’ve faithfully participated in for almost two years.
Clearly, I died.
Except that I didn’t.
I went, I jumped, I lived. (I loved it!)
State surveyors showed up in one of my “away” facilities yesterday–and I needed to be up bright and early to meet them this morning.
Ten hour workdays are fun when you’ve got an hour and a half travel time on either end.
Even more fun when you’ve got to try to be there by 7 am.
Long day today, long day tomorrow.
I’ll share jump stories and photos when the madness stops.
For now, I’m just thankful to be alive–and reminding myself of James 1:2-5
“My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.”
I’m glad the jump went well and you survived. :-D Sounds like fun, but a fun I’ll gladly leave to you and will just enjoy hearing about.
I second what Barbara said! Nevertheless, I do look forward to “hearing” about the jump from you. :)
HA! =D Glad you made it. I’m with Barbara also.