My lack of posting as of late is indicative not only of the business of life but also because I’m spent. My mom wrote me an e-mail today saying, “I know when my kids are struggling because they clam up.” She’s probably right. She usually is. Shhh, don’t tell her I said that.

This whole feeding thing is hard. Very hard. This past weekend was traumatic on many levels. You see, when we go home for the weekend, we’re instructed to keep up the routine - three eating sessions a day for thirty minutes a pop. Thirty minutes may not sound like a long time but it is when you have a kid who absolutely hates eating. To top it off, it was an extended weekend. You may have loved having Monday off but not us. It just meant another day of warring with Ira.

When I’m not concentrating on Ira’s feeding issues, I’m constantly thinking of the tutoring center dream that CCFB is chasing. It’s on my mind from the minute I wake up to the time that I finally close my eyes in the evening. We’re giving it a big push right now and hope to have something in place by the time school starts up in September. This could be huge.

With all of this, Laura and I are feeling really homesick. Another holiday weekend without family didn’t help. Laura and I both want nothing more than to be with family. And we’re both kinda sick of the city at the moment. We need a break. Thankfully, we have trips to St. Louis and Tahoka scheduled in the next couple of months.

I’m not asking for your sympathy here. You’ve dolled that out in large proportions for us over the past few years. In telling you about all this, I’m assuming that some of you are spent, as well. I want to remind us of a truth about God - He will, at the appropriate time, provide for the weary a cleft in the rock in which we can rest. He will cover us with his hand and will go ahead of us and prepare the way. And when rest has come, he will draw us out and lead us into that place he has prepared for us.

Bring on that cleft in the rock.