July 12

As we walked this evening, I turned around at one point and found Abby, Isaac, and Brady all hunched over the earth, writing with fingers and sticks in the loose, dusty dirt that makes up the trail.

They were consciously leaving marks; not just striding through, but taking the time to create something that said "hey, I was here."

Some folks leave big marks on this world, while others leave smaller ones that are virtually guaranteed to go unnoticed. But here's the thing: all of our marks matter, because God notices every single one.