May is two days away and I can hardly believe it. Thursday morning Grace and I are going to sit down and talk through my goals for the coming month, and I'm looking forward to the beginning of something. I feel ready. They finished my bedroom and office today, so tonight Tim and I are going to move the furniture in, unpack a little, and get started on our lives here in Puerto Supe. By Thursday I intend to be in working order, at least to some degree. As Tim reminded me Sunday, it's been too long since we had a (real) job or home. Time for both.

As I remember last week and wonder where it went, I am distinctly aware of one thing: He carried me. I'm ready to give my testimony to anyone interested. It was hell and He carried me. I wish I could say it aloud so that you could here my tone, the intonation, the conviction and love and gratitude in my heart. He carried me. Maybe there was more purpose in last week than that one realization, but if not, I'll settle gladly with what I have. I'm glad to know in my heart of hearts that I can stand on the faithfulness of God. When the next wave comes, He'll carry me.

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