i don't think its just the music playing in the background...though josh tillman does a grand job of setting the melodramatic scene...
its been one of those days. hard. tiring. emotional.
for those of you who know her...i simply ask, pray for imagination.
and while you're at it, go ahead and lift one up for our ladies at SB...and their husbands who most days i have about a one in a million chance of wanting to love well, and you can hit up our land lord while you're at it as well he's up there on the one in a million list...
i continue to ask when this heart of peace and love will emerge from within me...some need far more refining than others i suppose.
so this evening, i hold my prayer beads close, and continue to whisper out requests for those i want to love the most...my enemies...my makeshift family...my sweet sweet community...
reflecting on hope...and aching to fix my eyes. somedays easier than others.

less than two weeks before i head home. and i won't lie, pretty excited. though my heart breaks also to miss christmas k town style. the simplicity of celebration here, the intimacy of community, the sweet sweet time with our ladies...every day they ask again which date i'm leaving...and which date i'm coming...and today a new one...that they're going to pray extra hard while i'm home, because a month is certainly enough time for me to discover their "jiju"/"brother in law"/"my new husband". ha. hope springs eternal i keep hearing. we'll see.
i'd be happy with a pound of coffee for christmas...

well enough for one late evening.
mostly wanted to write and ask for you to join me in my whispers to the father this evening. mostly cause i know i can't go at it alone.
good nite.
and see many of you very very soonly.