It's early early morning, still dark, and I'm wide awake for some unknown reason. The chorus of roosters perhaps? Not sure. Taza is sitting on my lap as I write and the first signs of color are painting the horizon.

I'm just checking in, really, because there's not much to report. Tim has been busy on the computer-- researching university ministries in Latin America, designing a new logo for a local Bible institute, and doing bits and pieces on the SAM staff website.

To be honest, most of my time recently has gone into cooking, cleaning and laundry. All of those things take immeasurably longer here, but each has its own little delights. I'm throwing around ideas about how I can contribute here apart from the university ministry (which doesn't have much for me in this stage). The options still basically boil down to the Crisis Pregnancy Center and SAM Academy, but I'm in the waiting room on both.

As I make my way back into some form of normalcy, I'm finding a host of feelings bubbling below the surface that I didn't have the strength to deal with before. I don't want to spend my life analyzing myself, but I know I need to address some of this, too. Please pray for balance, wisdom, and grace.

Six AM exactly and light is flooding through the place. I'm off with the doggies.

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