I miss home...

I miss home...

I would give anything to rewind time and pay the $700 roundtrip to have been at Brook Hills on Sunday. Except that I don't have that $700 just lying around. And I don't have a time machine.

I'll move into the inner city when I come home, as long as I don't have to live there alone...

So I could use some prayer to focus on blooming where I'm planted. Luckily (and that's a little sarcastic), I'm so busy - I rarely/barely have any time to think about what I feel like I'm missing.

And I'm praying that my daddy and Mr. Keith make it safely to Colombia and soak up the 100 degree temps without running into any problems with Colombian drug people.