I try not to be too serious, but I think sometimes that’s bad for me. At my place on the trail, in my 40’s,
it can’t be all fun and games and jokes. I have 3 marvelous children. Marvelous – as in I marvel at them. Whether they think so or not, they look to/at me for guidance and direction and approval. I matter to them, and what they do matters to me.
So, I resolve this year to be a student of humility. I need to work harder, do the ‘big-talker’ thing less, but at the same time, make my words mean something. Clete Doyal once said, in a sermon, “the richest heads of barley hang lowest to the ground.”
Keep an eye on me; help me out.