Just now sitting down to write, I am reminded of Matthew 9 “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. If you’ve ever had one of those days when you feel pulled in many different directions. All the things you’ve planned for the day get pushed back or redirected but you plow through because really what else is there to do but to fulfill the call. Waiting at the end of the day was a letter in the voice of my mother that I’d written to myself and mailed by a long time friend; and a phone call from a gentleman who thanked me for helping him at a time when he needed faith the most. He’d kept his promise to call and I was encouraged once again. So tonight I rest, because the tomorrow yet again, the harvest is plentiful and I’m one of the laborers.