This is my home: But really, so is this: This was my home: And when I sold it to move to Nashville, I thought I had lost home. In some ways, I’ll confess, it still feels that way. Mainly because that beautiful couch is in storage and I miss the warmth of that sunshine coming
You know what’s funny about me being me? Sometimes I start writing blog posts for a specific day [March 12] and then totally forget to finish them on the right day and instead they get written and posted on bizarrely unrelated days [March 18]. Some might call it “idiotic”, I prefer “charmingly scatterbrained”. Tomatoes, TomAHtoes.
Enjoy this today. It connects with the post from yesterday which, by the way, I LUH-HUVED your comments. Especially from you married gals- yeah, the whole idea that guarding your heart transcends dudes and includes friendships and work relationships and all of it. Wise, that’s what you people are. Oh Brooke Fraser, I couldn’t talk
“All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance.
Do you half-wish I would bust into “it only takes a spark, to get a fire go-o-ing”? Welcome back, Summer Camp 1986 Annie. I’ve missed you and your curly perm. [Don’t ask. I won’t show you a picture.] Today I was drawn to the story of Joseph in Genesis. You know him- technicolor dream coat,