As a sort of redemption I am going to share one of my favorite christian songs. Those of you who listen will all probably think it is a weird song.

That Where I Am, There You Rich Mullins


I have always felt I have a soul connection to this artist. Yes, I am a weirdo, ha!

On the way home from my husband's work (we went to visit), I took the Gene Snyder which is both the long way and my favorite way home. Aside from me flying down the road (which was nothing more than by default), it was a wonderful trip. At one point, the clouds looked like they opened in a cartoon like way for me to drive right through. I didn't, obviously, because I had my kids with me but it was amazing to imagine. There is so much beauty and so much potential in the sky. I could drive and never stop. My sister expressed to me today that she is afraid I will leave and never come back. How convenient. I confessed to her that more than once of late I have fought the desire to drive to the beach. To swim in the amazing ocean, to relish in it's power, it's might, it's majesty. She told me I need to come up with a plan to avoid that from happening. How in the hell am I to make a plan to keep from fleeing from here to such a glorious place. Things are falling into place. My life is falling into place.