I find myself writing the most when I'm in the midst of renovation..like right now. Of course it has to be pitch black dark, way too late, very tired and exhausted, but yet Esther and I are up moving everything, changing everything, finishing up somethings, thinking of new things, writing down long lists of to-dos, to-buys, to-finish, to-make, to-change, to- being busy beyond my physical strength. But I don't care, I like to be busy, as much as I like rest, and if this body gives up and dies in the middle of the night I'd care less, since the feeling of wanting to be no where else but heaven hasn't left me yet.
Parents are coming soon, with Shulamite ofcourse. I'm anticipating.
