I don’t know what is going on. I’m tired of writing about my life in this way, these endless mazes lost inside my own thoughts while all the while the mind of God goes so unexplored. I get these urges to leave and don’t know how to discern them. My heart hurts and I no longer want to share any more of it. I can use this blog for quotes that I like, or songs I come across. I will write where I can here but please don’t expect things.

We’ve been tying up loose camp and household ends before our trip. The field needed mowed, the boys needed haircuts. I went for a walk and found Elianna on the retreat center deck talking to Miles. They’ve been going through Bible books, first Galatians and now Titus. His school is one of the first stops on our trip, two vehicles driving out with one of returning college things.

I’ve not put any energy into getting his room sorted out or things ready. Laura is here today before she heads back to school and they were going to pack and clean up in there. The boys have returned from the outside to find snacks. Dad is in the office getting ready to be away. I am taking a moment before starting on supper. Meatball subs, salad, corn on the cob, and whatever else. The temps are cooler.