Homeward Bound

All in David's army attained not to be equal with his few worthies in prowess and honor, and yet did not cashier themselves: thou hast reason to be thankful for the meanest place in the army of saints, the least communications of gospel mercy and grace must not be overlooked. *** The quote above resonated with me as I was plodding through William Gurnall’s Christian in Complete Armour . I have written before about being content with the role God has given you, of giving up notions of "greatness" in exchange for a life of faithfulness, of losing your own ambitions for the cause of the glory of God. These ideas are relevant to the season I am in now. I am learning godliness with contentment in the days of small things. What Gurnall means is there were many in David’s army did not make the top tier of his "Mighty Men." For every name etched in timeless Scripture there were hundreds in the common rank and file who also fought and bled. Yet we do not kn

September has flown by for me. A complete blur. At the beginning of the month Montana and I were wondering when this "unknown gendered" baby would be born, and what we would name he/she. The name in particular was something that would go down to the wire. On September 4th we welcomed Brooks Martyn Harris into the world. He seemed in a hurry to get out too. We checked into the OB floor 6:40 AM, and baby was born 7:13 AM; that is what you call a close one! I was able to take about a week and a half off work to tend to the family. We were blessed with a meal train, where friends and family brought us food night after night, a tremendous and obvious help. Montana and I have a lot of support and the love from friends and family is quite overwhelming. We are now adjusting to a new rhythm and hoping things start to settle into a new routine. A new normal. Having an infant in the home is not a new thing for us. We can handle the sleep deprivation and the disrupted schedule--w