even when packing

i am reminded of the goodness of God.

i went out of town a few weeks ago and Luke helped me pack.

and by that i mean that he literally threw everything into my suitcase (utilizing some of the new skills that he has learned by being on his baseball team).

does everything fit nicely into the suitcase? no.
are the items folded? no.
are they in any sense of order? no.
was this way of packing effective? absolutely.

and i realize that my life would be very dull and very dark without him.