We are buried here in the south. We are schooling, gutting a home, taking out bamboo, building a fence, having the flu, going to court over having trash in our yard, having our tenants electrical box go haywire after a big storm (welcome to being a land lord) and believe me the list goes on and on.
My mind is so boggled at the moment that every time I log on to write something, I can't even express my thoughts.
Nonetheless, we remain fairly upbeat. Fr. and I occasionally have the look of treading water for a long time, but we are hopeful. I only thought I never saw my husband. Now, I really never see him. Well, I do, but it's a blurred guy running in covered in mud and filth to jump in the shower and put on his cassock and cross.
Prayer: it's the thing that keeps me sane. Church: it's the constant that keeps me grounded. I don't know how people live without either of those things.
I still love my new little place despite all of the many little bumps in the road. We can't wait to move in and start cooking.
Pray for us!
