Outside my window...birds are singing. My windows are open, and I can smell a hint of fall on the breeze.
I am thinking...about how strange it will be to wake up in my own home again.
I am thankful for...the hardest two years of my life...2009 and 2010. God has taught me some difficult and amazing lessons that will remind me to be more like Jesus. It wasn't fun, but praise God for it.
From the learning rooms...I am excited to begin school in earnest the first week in September. We are going to be starting American history!
From the kitchen...tonight there will be steaks on the grill for the "menfolk." The Husband and Brother will not have to ask THE question: "Is there meat in this?"
I am wearing...the usual.
I am creating...a home. I went to my house yesterday, and while I cleaned my bathroom I prayed that God would keep me this grateful for a home to clean. I just have an overwhelming sense of joy when I walk into my house, though just months ago I could not go there for the sadness that filled my heart.
I am going...to miss Brother.
I am reading...the Bible. And other, less important things.
I am hoping...that the next two months pass quickly for Mom and Dad (and Brother), so that we can all be together again. And I hope that Brother doesn't burn the house down.
I am hearing...silence. I am NOT hearing the school bus driving by, though today is the first day of school in our area. That sound is another thing I miss about living in my house. I miss the little, insignificant predictabilities of town life.
Around the house...boxes. Laundry. Broken air conditioning. No Kitty Friend :(
One of my favorite things...coffee! It has fueled my early mornings, soothed my soul, and been enjoyed around the table with family and friends.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Packing, cleaning, visiting with a dear friend that I haven't seen all summer, praying, and getting up crazy early to workout with DVDs filled with perky instructors with strange colloquialisms ("Burn butter?" Seriously? So, what do vegans burn?)
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...Brother, who I see every morning doing exactly this at the kitchen table. How I will miss your profound thoughts, overuse of condiments, and propensity to calling me a homosexual. I hope you will come to town and have coffee with me.
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