That sound stopped me dead.  It snatched all my thoughts and focused them in one single direction.

Unexpected discovery. Humbling, yes, but also funny.  It’s creative.  Who knew this cottage would be so perfect for helping people. . .

It sits there, in it's place, torturing me. I know I need to write. I know I need to confess. I leave it there with its accusing black sc

I have to work at not being frustrated these days.  All that we have been doing and want to do is in flux.  I am also in flux. 

This group of people who have come together—these people who did not know, just 45 days ago, that we would be headed, in just a few days...

It hit me just as I was about to click on Google. Girl! Your faith is at its limit. You know it is.

I tried not to gawk.  I’m not at all sure I succeeded.  I hope I did not look as astounded as I felt.  This.  This is, well, more.

I stood there in the rain for a while, letting it wash the emotions (and what was left of my makeup) from my face. 

The questions are many and answers are few. People don’t understand stuff like this.  Mostly, I don’t either.