Some days we rise and fall down again and make calls on our cell phones and wonder where the heck we are.
When we go back to see our families, we realize how far we are from our blood and the roads we knew.
It's like we have been catapulted across the continent into a life and a family that is so sudden and so new. And so, so precious.
And when we come back here and walk into a room filled with light and voices and games and love, we know we are home. We are where we have been placed. And we are so thankful for you all.
The desert is beautiful because it hides a well somewhere.
Happy New Year, Ya'll.
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You and Mr. J, and tiny precious Heidi Anne are a "well" of blessing to your family, his family and your church family. We love you in the desert, or around our fire. "Blest be the Tie that binds."
Amen, sister. I have been processing the idea of home this holiday season as we've shuttled around airports and lived out of suitcases and have come to the conclusion that home really is in Albuquerque for us now, as strange as that would have sounded to me even just a couple of years ago. Y'all are a big part of that, you know, and I am really thankful for you. We get home on the 4th, and I find myself homesick for everyone. Tell Heidi hello from Kate.
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