You know those weeks when you think you’ve planned things out sweet and pretty but nothing goes according to plans? Last week was like that for me. I had a neat little list of things to do … that got usurped for a more important list of things to do.
My youngest decided on her university of choice last week so I spent the better part of my week crying happy-sad tears over the fact that my bitty baby girl is really is leaving soon and scurrying to secure housing on the campus of choice for said baby.
It worked out quite fabulously. Truly. And I am not complaining because all that scurrying is nothing other than blessing management. But it did leave my soul a bit achy ~ and my house a disorganized mess.
Sara. My hippie child. Guitar playing, sun-loving wonder. Sings with such honesty. Leads worship with a vulnerable heart. 
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