I am grateful for exhaustion. It means a full day of missing a morning flight, waiting for God to provide a way to make the trip happen, four little grandchildren on an airplane full of travelers, a friendly seat mate who made the flight very enjoyable and an extra blessing, a daughter and granddaughter who are pros at handling luggage through an airport and onto shuttle buses and into the rental car line, spilled drinks at Subway and many “I need to go potty’s,” a beautiful 2 1/2 hour drive through the mountains, the joy at seeing my other daughter and her two little girls at the hotel, an evening in Katrina’s home, and quiet time tonight to write this while three exhausted kids are giggling in the other room. The day began at 5 am, and it is now 10:40 and we are just settling in the room for the night. So tired, so blessed.