Things around here have been. Work is. Home has always been.

We got a cat. We really inherited him from Mom and Dad.
He fits well. He helps with his purring and loving in the morning.

I miss her. I knew I would and time doesn’t change that. And at different times during the day it’s like the flood just catches up with me. And I want to hold her more than anything.
And I wonder how God ever gave up His Son. Especially when all I want to do is hold her close.
I just want to hold her – while I still can.

The youth are doing well. They appear to be enjoying their ‘prime years’.

The weather’s turning nicer. Evening walks are relaxing.

Exercise is endurance building.

And life is happening.

And every moment I get to sit next to my best friend on the couch, with his dog nearby, cat on the back of the couch and our baby in arms feels like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

We’ve started a challenge. Philippians by April 2010. 2 verses per week. Me and Matt. And with God’s fueling, I really believe we can do it. On my own… not a chance!

And so it goes, and so it goes… and you’re the only one who knows.

… When doubting floods your soul
Though all things feel unjust
You open up your heart
You find a way to trust

That’s a little stone that’s a little mortar
That’s a little seed that’s a little water
In the hearts of the sons and the daughters
The kingdom’s coming

When fear engulfs your mind
Says you protect your own
You still extend your hand
You open up your home

When sorrow fills your life
When in your grief and pain
You choose again to rise
You choose to bless the name

That’s a little stone that’s a little mortar
That’s a little seed that’s a little water
In the hearts of the sons and the daughters
The kingdom’s coming

In the mundane tasks of living
In the pouring out and giving
In the waking up and trying
In the laying down and dying

That’s a little stone that’s a little mortar
That’s a little seed that’s a little water
In the hearts of the sons and the daughters
The kingdom’s coming

“Kingdom Comes” by Sara Groves

-It’s all a process. –