Whew...

I've been meaning to hop on here and write, but it seems that every time I do, the words refuse to come out. Either I forget what I wanted to say in the first place, or I get scared all of a sudden to expose those thoughts to the world. Not that the world reads my blog... probably only a very small few... but I think the world of those very small few (eh-hem... Lauren!).

It's been a RESTLESS few days, but here I sit, relaxed as ever. I'm thankful for the Lord's goodness, and for His CONSTANT faithfulness even in those moments when I think my heart may just explode. Mom was home Wednesday, and Thursday morning while we worked with blood, sweat and tears (sometimes literally) to get some very scattered paperwork together and partially organized. I don't know that I ever want to see a highlighter, or a copy machine again.

If I'm being honest here, I have to say that I'm not the most pleasant person to be around when I'm stressed/overwhelmed... but in the words of a friend "The Lord grants repentance during our fleshly moments!".

I wish I could come away from these past two days with profound instruction, but all I can say is this: during times of weakness, the amazing character of my Lord is more evident than ever, and as a I said earlier... I'm thankful.

Well, I'm off to finish the housework to the oh-so-peaceful sound of Chris Botti and his trumpet.