Mercy.Merci. Grace.Gracias.

I'm glad. That my parents' bed is just big enough for all of us to fit on. That my daddy still hugs me. & That my brother throws me around (i know it's in love).

Someday, death might separate us for a while... so that's why moments like last night make me so grateful that we could all pile onto one bed, together in time, and thank God for making us into a family.

Man.

I love when a boy wears uggs.

When we cannot speak. We speak in rhymes.

Un débordement de la poésie délicieuse. Le genre qui ne parle pas de mots. Il repose dans l'air, dans nos esprits ... Il ramasse mon âme et me conduit dans des endroits où la danse des lourde esprits, me prend à l'endroit où les voix montent et descendent, avec les lumières dans le tissu de l'espace, et la vérité se trouve sur chaque fontaine. Tous les puits sont pleins.

«L'amour nous élève jusqu'à l'endroit où nous appartenons."

Retrospect

• I wish I would have stopped and talked to the traveling youth sitting in the sun on Statestreet.
• I wish I could have thought of something to say to the Hindu lady who told me to "Have a nice meditation" while I was watching the sunrise.
• I wish could have gotten into Mr. Perea's class.
• I wish I knew the people that lived in my neighborhood.
• I wish it were easier to know how to say the words hidden inside me.
• I wish I lived on a farm near Budapest (today, at least).

Seven Sun Rises

This week I watched the earth greet the light each day. Every morning, I learned something different. Here's a record.

1. There is beauty in the cold, grey rainy morning.
2. Though the sky changes, He never changes.
3. Follow, even when the path is unseen. Trust Him; He is leading.
 4. My life is full of gifts. I must remember to keep my eyes open.
5. Good things come to those who wait. Wait for the cloud to pass.
6. Be still and know that He is God. Do not grow impatient... Because,
7. on the seventh day, the white owl flies over blue waters and is fed.

Somehow, somewhere the sun is always shining. :-)

Goodness

From today:

Ethel, laying by the pool in her bathingsuit, knitting and humming along to her praise music.  I wanna be like her when I'm a Grandma.

These words said to me: "You smell like Coconut Creme Pie." Even if it was from the bulgey-eyed man in the thrift store that got a bit close.

All the people wearing overalls in the ceramics room.

Being reunited with all my old TEFL classmates.

Taking Sunshine to Diaperville and Pottyland and The Enchanted Toothbrush Forest, like they were theme parks, and singing gospel with her.

Things to remember:

The words in this song.

We don't have the most loveliest of voices but

we do have the most loveliest of God.