Monday, January 19, 2009


Last night we talked about home. About the things we struggle with where we live now. About the possibilities of moving to a house. With a yard. And a deck. And a room I could call an office.

So now I am praying, praying, praying. And hoping.

And soon --because I can feel the change and the hope in my belly-- we will be where we are meant to be. I just know it.