I can’t wait. I don’t really know what is ahead as far as details go. I do have a general direction though. I am so “psyched out of my mind about” it.
Here is what I do know.
We have to move. I need to cut back on my work hours. I need more tattoos.
(Okay, so the last one is not really a need, but I wish it was a need.)
It’s time for some awesome things to happen. My Lovely was reading to me as I lay in the bed with a temp of just under 100 and a massive migraine. 2 Corinthians. Just the first chapter and a half. That means so much. We are going through all of this craziness so we can comfort others. I honestly would have never thought about that, but it’s true.
So, until all the crazy hours and housing situation comes through, I will be comforted. God knows best for me, Lovely, and little bear. It’s all in His hands.
Prodigal Thinker 