Sunday, May 23, 2010. We packed our suitcases, arranged our passports and visas, and headed for the airport. As we pulled up to the departure terminal, I whipped out my phone and called Mom and Dad. I heard from my Daddy. Since my husband is a youth pastor, it seems like all I ever do is say goodbye. Every year a few amazing people graduate. We are so proud of you, Mike, Rosa, and Greg! Monday, May 10, 2010.

The alarm clock read midnight. I groggily swung my feet onto the knot-holed floor; it creaked as I felt my way through the darkness. Outside the window, the faint stars barely illuminated the encroaching forest. I lit a candle stuck to a plank of wood my altar and bowed deeply to the unsmiling Buddha next to it. How did I get here, I wondered? Where am I going? And can I get there from here? The Way of Zen.

Yes, even years after I was married. Where is the joy in the midst of all this suffering? Read this comment and it stunned me. A Divine Box Of Our Own Creation.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010. My desire to blog is high but the ability is low. I busy with life and kids. This is my attempt to have more focus on getting my life in order and not just letting my life order me. The old life is gone; a new life has begun! 1 Early quiet time this is not easy with a 1 and 2 year old but I need to make it a priority. 3 daily show love to my dh. 4 read to the little ones more.

Eacute; a carta de amor.