Wondering Presbyterian

Dear God, Hi. Me again. I made the mistake of reading the news tonight close to bedtime. I know. Sorry. You've warned me about this. I've never really been great at following directions. But here's the thing. I read the news because I'm trying to follow up on a story from earlier. A shooting. Another shooting. At a gaming event. And the first thing I wondered was, "How long until the first school shooting of the year?" There wasn't even a piece of my brain that thought "if." All my brain thought was "when." There's no motive yet for the Jacksonville shooting. And I say yet, but, God...does the motive even matter? Does it matter why this guy did what he did? Does the why even matter at all anymore? Why do people do horrible things to other people? We've been asking this question since the beginning of time, since the first cave man said the wrong thing about another cave man's cave drawing. People do horrible things to ot

            I never thought I would actually find meaning in mowing the lawn. I don’t like mowing the lawn, but I don’t actually mind doing it. We’ve had kind of a roller coaster summer even mowing our lawn at all. We got a lawn mower for free, which was super awesome amazing. It’s a small ranch king rider. I’ve used a push mower a few times, but the rider was a new experience. I mowed the lawn for the first time when my husband was at work and I felt like a BOSS as I surveyed my accomplishment. I took a picture and immediately put it on Facebook because I didn’t even have to use YouTube to turn the mower on. I even learned how to put gas in the lawn mower by myself! (Come on, celebrate the small victories with me!)             Then my husband went to mow the lawn. And the mower didn’t turn on. Which seemed an awful lot like the universe was saying he didn’t have to mow the lawn.             It took us…way too long to actually call in the calvary. I came home from a conference to