Call me chicken...

You can call me chicken, that's OK...I do not want to touch the recent news about secret information leaks. 

We took our son to the airport early this morning, he is back in Fayetteville at this time and we hope to see him in August.  His unit is currently Global Response, so we take one day at at time.  We are so very proud of him and I will keep you updated as I can.

I am finishing up the book I shared about last week by Donald Miller.  My favorite chapter is near the end when he talks about letting no one watch the story being made, rather invite all who show up to participate (Miller, 2009).  What a concept!  I am guilty of taking care of business by myself; my default is to complete chores alone and to not want to take the time to explain it to another.  He shares a story about a friend who started a New Year's Day parade with his family because the children were bored, the parade is an annual event in the neighborhood now and no one is allowed to sit on the curb and watch (Miller, 2009).  I could aspire to include others in what I do whether it is a mundane task or some fun new event.

Who would join me?

Sunny
 
Miller, D (2009). A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. Thomas Nelson: Nashville, Tennessee