Well, it's been a year now since Sarah, a week since Amy, twenty-four years I've been on this Earth and perhaps only two months that I've even begun to get any grasp on what life is supposed to be about.
I would question even that, but there is real evidence that suggests it's actually true. Change in my own life.
I was coming home without any sort of real purpose this evening, trying to figure out what would be a good use of the few hours I have left of this day, and not coming up with much. Once I got inside I realized that home wasn't a place I necessarily enjoyed being. What a sad and displacing concept. I felt God putting a new desire on my heart, to make my home a good, complete place, not just for me but for people to come and also relax and feel full of life and worship. I want to make my new home across the river a place where I come home and I can thank God for a great day and not feel depressed. I want it to be a sanctuary, where I can be quiet and alone, or with company, depending on what I am needing.
That's about all. Not really profound but to me it's something new and it feels important.