Sometimes when the day is long, lunch causes gas, someone's in the john, and if one more kid calls my name, I just want to yodel in frustration. But, every day, I remind myself that I am a work in progress. And, like our construction, progress is sometimes measured by the inchworm. I just have to remember that I am building something in my students and in me, and God will only give me what I can handle with His Grace. So when the windshield wiper broke with a smash on the window during a raging downpour, I thanked my Father for keeping me and Jake on the road safely and for allowing me to make it home. Nothing more than I can handle, with Him to hold me on the way.