I'm preparing for our inspection today while at the same time preparing for Faith Fridays tomorrow... and I don't have a lot of words to share, though I'm sure Adam would rather I process my thoughts here...it's been one too many nights of verbal processing, I think.
And it really is just processing...the kinds of things that have no answers.
So today I'm quiet. Because sometimes we need a quiet day.
And this is all I have to hold onto:
Because sometimes there are no words. Sometimes there is only hope.
The hope of a quiet heart searching for something bigger than itself.
The hope of answers that make sense and odds that are defeated and truth that is spoken.
In the stillness of this morning, I cling to that hope.