A few weeks ago I dropped an F-bomb in a meeting.
It had been a long week, emotional and exhausting. I was (and still am) in the midst of trying to find some semblance of rhythm in this new season and… it just sort of slipped out.
Currently, I have three or four partially written blogs about really important spiritual things - you know what I mean - the kind of stuff pastors are supposed to write about. I’ll finish those sooner or later, but I thought I’d deviate a bit from normal.
I had just settled the kids into bed and was turning in for the night myself.
After pulling the sheets over my exhausted body I laid there skimming Facebook on my phone because, well, isn’t that what we all do before going to sleep?
If you don’t know this about me yet, I’m a pretty big Counting Crows fan. As a matter of fact, when my son, Asher, was born I may or may not have tried to name him Duritz, after the band’s front man. That idea was not well received (and probably for good reason, haha).