Traveler's Grace
I dislike flying as much as the next person - hurtling through the air in a claustrophobic missile - not my cup of tea. On the other hand, I enjoy the prospect of flying because I often see the hand of God a little more clearly than I do on a daily basis. Problems? Delays? Missed Flights? No money? No speak-a-the-language? No Problem. He's got it. He's God. I call this Traveler's Grace. I could rattle of a few awesome stories for you, but that's a post for another time. This post is about how I'm feeling a whole lot of Traveler's Grace from the comfort of my recliner, in my living room. My living room that wasn't supposed to be mine anymore come Nov. 3rd, but is suddenly mine for an indeterminate amount of time longer. We've outgrown our current house. After months of house-hunting, we found our dream home. It needs some serious work, but there's so much about it that is just amazingly dreamy. I definitely have a house-crush on that house. Bi...