You know my inner most being, oh, even better than I know, than I know myself...
It is when I realize that only twenty days remain that I begin to think, twenty is far too small of a number.
As I look off into the distance--watching the sun roll on by, beautiful colors all around me, oh painted all over the sky.
If I could stop time in one moment, it would be with you by my side so that I may never feel what it feels when we have to say goodbye again.
And what am I, that I might be called Your child? What am I, what am I that you might know me, my King.
I sit here, and as I reflect, I begin to pray. With prayer comes comfort and although I may dread the twentieth day, I can forever with anticipation await the one-hundredth and fourty second day where all counting will end.
I'm going to miss this place.
so you are alive! i was beginning to think you were attacked my a man eating tumbleweed or something. we look forward to your return but paige and i won't be back until the 16 from kelowna. we will see you then!!!!!!!!!
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