24 November 2011
Many things have happened in the past four+ years since we moved as a family to Oregon. Safe to say things didn't go as planned. But I stand here today in the kitchen of a warm apartment, with more food on the stove than we can eat in two days, listening to William playing PS2, Tim watching "Mrs Doubtfire" (somehow fitting), and wondering if Elizabeth Spencer will sleep til the crack of noon. I have to go to work tomorrow, which means I have a good, stable job at a place I enjoy with people I like and respect. For all that's gone wrong, and with all due respects to Johnny Russell, there's no place on earth I'd rather be than right here.
Thank you, my heavenly Father, that all that I don't have pales in comparison to all that I do.