I really think I ambled through a lot of my life, or ambled from one thing to the other.
I never had a plan. I just sort of ambled along, doing exactly what I wanted every day of my life.
It stank pretty bad, of course: manure was caked all over the wagon. But we were free. Right then I was elated with a sense of how faithful God is to his promises; I was free, and I was smiling joyfully on a manure wagon. As we ambled along, I laughed to myself when I thought of God's sense of humor in delivering us that way. Even today, the smell of manure reminds me of freedom.