I am not home. I am far from it. In a place where I once did call home but now it's a place where I visit and remember where I grew up with all it's memories. I am thankful for growing up in Vermont but have no desire to live here.
The kids and I ventured north while Caleb worked his tail off in Cuba. I don't know what's tougher, drilling for hours on end in a wierd land, or driving three small kids 11 hours in the car. I'm going to bet that he had it harder. So I'm here until Friday, and then over to Potsdam, NY I go. The thought of seeing some forever friends in my early saved days makes my heart sing! From Potsdam, we'll go to Rochester and meet Caleb for Thanksgiving.
At this present moment, I feel wiped out on all fronts. Body, soul, emotions, mind...Today I feel like surrendering everything and just letting God steer this ship. The beautiful thing about it is that this is probably exactly where God wants me. I'm glad I have that to lean on.
