Deer Tracks

I won! Today (well, a few days ago) I finally coaxed my little brother into going for a run with me. He whined and tried to say he was too tired and had just run yesterday (first time in two months, might I add) so his legs were soar; it went on like this for a minute. I interjected and said, "Peter, it's only a 20 minute slow run!" I had him; he had not room to wiggle. Off we went. We are fortunate enough to have some dirt trails by our house, which I think are more adventuresome than pavement so I run on those as often as possible. While on them I usually run into more deer than humans which can make for some interesting situations. Nevertheless, I very much enjoyed my slow-paced slosh through the mud. Peter talked the entire time despite saying how out of shape he is! Normally I run in silence, but this time I didn't mind the disruptions. He has started a new chapter in his life as he is attending college in the fall. While running over some deer tracks and listening to his story, it occurred to me just how mature he is. I have to be honest, I worry about him leaving and being on his own simply because he's my baby brother, but it's moments like these that I know he'll keep God close and therefore have a good head on his shoulders. My little guy is going to be fine; I mean what could go wrong at college?!