My spatulas are trying to tell me something.

It seems many things in our house are in this state.  Ready to be replaced.

So are we, in a sense.  We know, and those around us know, we are on our way out of here.  It's easy for us to withdraw right now.  What's the point of building relationships that will be physically distanced in six months?  What's the point of deepening emotional ties that will be painfully torn apart very soon?

But Timothy reminds us to fight the good fight, to finish the race, to keep the faith. (2 Tim 4:7)

I'm not throwing out those spatulas.  They will serve me well for the next six months.  That middle one's maybe even got a few years left in it.  Neither should I drop out too early from this race that is before us.  God has us in Woodland Park during this time for very good reasons.  We haven't physically dropped out of the ministries and relationships we are involved in here, and we must fight not to drop out of them mentally or emotionally.

So here's to not throwing in our dirty, tattered, and frayed towels... yet.