Truth

When I first came home from Costa Rica, the call on my life was intense, and the desire to return brought me face down before God on a regular basis.

Now, the intensity has somewhat dulled, the list of things to do before I move has grown exponentially, and the realization that this is actually going to happen sometimes makes me sick to my stomach.

However, my set of soul is rock solid.

And the assurance that I'm in the middle of God's will is quietly there, even in the middle of the night.

So, I cling to this.