Day 14 - It was the best of times; it was the worst of times

Today I was vomited upon by my 2 year old. He threw up five times between noon and 6, and once while he was in my lap. Almost every article of clothing I was wearing had vomit on it. We had to cancel what would have been some really fun plans, but I got to bond with my little boy by loving him while he threw up. We didn't go anywhere (because of our sick boy) and it was cold outside, so I built a fire and I got to bond with my older boy by building an awesome Lego firetruck and ambulance with him. He loved it - played with it for hours.

This morning I weighed 160.0 lbs. Tonight I took a good run. It was late so I told myself I'd only run for half an hour. I made it seven laps around the block; it seemed like I was moving pretty quick a lot of the time. I felt good. Ate some veggies today - didn't cheat on dietary restrictions.

I read this evening about Gideon and his defeat of the Midianites and Amalekites with only 300 men (Judges 7). Remember, that's the story where God uses such a small army so the glory will go to him and not the Israelites. What in my life am I taking credit for, that God should have the credit for? Or what amazing battles is God calling me to fight with the limited resources that I have, that maybe I'm saying "no" to? Not sure, but great questions to ponder.