spending time with brother, mariah and baby abigail in ann arbor is sweet. the spirit calls me back to gratitude and i feel encouraged by prayers of godly women and a day with good friend kafi this week... seeing the literal fruit of the spirit in her life. my bag was lost yesterday on the way here, finally came this afternoon but was damaged... but this is a new day and i thank him for whatever he wants to do. such a small thing, and it feels good to give thanks that my bag was lost, thanks for an opportunity to remember him and relax.

abigail and i sat on the couch for hours this morning and i am content to let her climb over my legs again and again. what a fun game.

i think of motherhood and imagine it for myself, look forward to it maybe for the first time.

the dog is jealous and the rain calms me. the colors of spring are vivid here and the air fresh with humid warmth.

my blood tickles with the drug of choice, ice coffee. cannot give it up, and smile at my silly addiction.

plans emerge for time with new friends in the crc church and i am grateful for the structure and ministry unexpected.

thank you to all who remember me in prayer. we are family indeed.