How many times can I honestly say I'm moving before people start rolling their eyes?! No, I am not moving cities again (that would be torture), though I am moving houses. God knows what's going on in all of this and its all for him - I have to keep reminding myself of that.



On another note: I am blessed. I have this job where people come to me and talk. Sometimes I don't really want to sit an listen, but most of the time I am extremely blessed by the conversations that arise. The recurring theme this week at work has been about joy coming in the morning. Working in a recovery house is nowhere near easy. The emotions and thoughts that these women have to (finally) deal with on a daily basis is hard and tough to push through. So many times they just want to give up, find the nearest door and walk out it. Joy comes in the morning.