Moving; living.

Two years ago this time I met Rob Harris of Kontaktmission.  Now I live in his attic.

Haha.  That is to say I have now, exactly two years later, moved to work with Kontaktmission USA at their stateside office.  While it's true I've had the blessing to temporarily reside with the Harris family for the last few weeks (in a sweet, cozy attic),I've also recently been privileged to come upon an opportunity to move into Jackson, and shall do so this week!

Altogether it has been a big transition, but I feel like I keep meeting really great people, which is like total transition ex-lax. 

Makes me catch my breath sometimes, but that's okay as it makes me stop to breathe more deeply, and
the deeper I breathe, the more exciting life gets.
Encouraged and blessed. 

Just keep breathing.

May we always breathe You, God.

Missing you today, Colorado!

Introduction to a Story of Hope

You've been there, right?  That point when you realize you're completely helpless?  Its taken me long enough to realize (I'm optimistic to the point of obstinacy, more than less) but some keenly impossible situations and two diligently-deflating car tires later, I've finally arrived!
  To my delight, however, my disappointment lasted all of a second and a half.  No sooner had I taken account of the improbability of making level any of these scenarios on my own than my heart surprised me, giving off a laugh as sweet and incomprehensible and good as a Crayoned scribble-message from a little cousin.  Just like that, in my very own heart, I had become the perplexed new keeper of the oddest and most hopeful peace I could ever even begin to imagine. 
The laugh subsided into a small, cheerful whispered assurance. 
You see it now, don't you?  I'm going to make this so, so good!