Reams of paper line my office floor, information that needs to be transformed into a book.
A hopeful life change that looked promising is not happening.
I’m still hoping to find a regular spot to serve in ministry.
We are still in the same house we’ve been in since we married six years ago, though we’ve always said we would move.
And instead of filling the house with children, we’ve filled it with books. (Which kind of are my children, but that’s for another post.) [Continue Reading...]