I had a sinking moment this morning. As I was moving all of my things out of my office into my bedroom, I found myself back in our first two weeks here and nearly lost it. I just feel like I can't live like this. There is dust everywhere, and there's really no way to clean it up, because they finish at 5:30 and come back the next morning at 8. The noise is unbearable. You can't carry on a conversation in the house. And there's no where else to go in this town. Oh, how I miss Starbucks right now.

I keep coming back to what I learned in the last round, that the Lord carried me. And He will carry me again this time. I can survive this. Being at peace with God, there is no other problem that should shake me. In relation to that peace, these problems melt away. What is a house? What is noise? I am right with my Maker.

1 Comment

1. Anonymous on June 3, 2008 at 10:26 PM

   You're doing great, really. Perspective is everything . . . and sometimes, the hardest thing to summon.