inside out.

In August, we normally go here. The kids frantically chase chickens and bunnies until they catch one, grasp onto it with all they have, until they are scratched to the point of drawing blood, leaving the poor animal plunging onto it's head. As another 50 children chase after the eye boggling thing. If one of our children happen to be successful in their pursuit, the new family member usually lives only a few days, our home means certain death.

In June, it will be our ten year anniversary. We have always talked about celebrating it here:

But basically God has spent the last year of our lives turning our hearts inside out. Literally.

Instead of chicken poop and warm ocean breezes, we are going to find ourselves HERE.

and perhaps soon after HERE.

Which means lots of these:

Just when we think we have a road map, God takes us swerving off road.
No better place to be.