update

Been thinking a lot about love. Decided I don't get it.
I may be becoming an introvert.

Been talking to people about Jesus. Reminded I don't deserve Him:
but I have Him, and they need Him.
(me too)

Been raining for two weeks here. After a month of Zambia's dry season, I'm not used to it. The air here is soft and heavy; I want to sleep on it.

Been confronting life. Feel like I'm along for the ride, destination unknown.

There's a lot in my head, and none of it is willing to come out.

Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand: I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm worn.
Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light.
Take my hand, precious Lord.
Lead me home.

The true test of a sunrise
is morning.
Without a compass it's hard to tell
until then.

(I actually forgot about this blog for a bit.)