On the 45 minute drive from my small hometown to the bigger city in which we attended church you passed through places so small only the ones in the area knew their names.

The same thing was true on my drives from college to back home. The moment the interstate was behind you and state highways lined by trees took over, you would see single houses with no neighbors to be seen, small communities with a drugstore and gas station as the only proof of economy, until you reached the one booming--and I use that term lightly--metropolis that boasts the restaurants and movie theater before driving back again through the forest lined roads waiting for the sign that told you were just 10 miles away.

being known, identity, youSarah MayJanuary 16, 2019Comment

because maybe its a better idea to pick my one word at the end of the year

Happy January to you all. Happy New Year, happy new beginnings, happy continuation, happy getting back to it, or happy starting over and, for today, happy sunshine to us. It's a beautiful sight to see outside my window when the ground is still a soggy mess and there have been not one, but two professionals at our home to deal with flooding through the walls of our youngest two's bedroom due to the insanity of wet the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019 brought.