(Seriously. I hate washing that thing. Which is sad because I love cooking in it. Nothing tastes better than food from a perfectly cured cast iron skillet.)
Mostly, though, I feel like things are as they should be. Dependence has a way of putting things in perspective without allowing any delusions of grandeur to creep in unwelcome. And if there's anything I've learned from Star Wars, it's that no one appreciates a Jedi with delusions of grandeur.
This is a good place.
Hopefully a place that includes awesomely effortless
patchwork skirts like this one.
And there is enjoyment and a sense of belonging in community. Which, oddly enough, may be affecting my reculsive tendencies.
Of course, the real test will be what happens when I get
back to the classroom and try to juggle those demands.
I'm finding my heart changing toward running.
But, yeah. Overall, this is a good place. It's thick with the reassurance that "he who began a good work in [me] will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus" (Phil 1:6).
And now I have to de-funk that skillet.