It's seems as if it's been a long time and it has. A year since I last wrote. I can go right back to that place in an instance. So much has changed in our lives and yet it still remains difficult. Isn't it supposed to be that way tho? We shouldn't be cushy and comfortable but sometimes I feel discontent. Like the Israelites grumbling in the desert just months after being rescued out of slavery. Will I ever be satisfied? Am I supposed to be? Or am I moving on to the fourth mile?
