Back from Baltimore spent with someone very dear to me. Seeing her reminded me of how important it is to have people to understand you. We survived, didn't die, God's protection reigns. My hands need to get crafty again, need to set that right.
Do I have to be more than I am? What faces do we need to show, what actions do we need to perform, to get by? If we are all lost, is the primary goal to look like we're home, instead of trying to find home?