I can’t believe one week from today is Good Friday. I know I am obsessive/compulsive about my spiritual life, and I always give myself a hard time about what I am doing right and wrong. This is a trap because I spend more time sorting-out my sins when I should be looking to God for grace.

The sun is rising earlier each day, and it’s getting hotter in the tent. Before I left for New Orleans, I turned on my sprinkler system to get the grass started right for spring. It scared the hell out of me this morning because my tent is five inches from a broken sprinkler. The little head popped out of the grass and then vomited water all over the side of my tent.