There's More

Moving wore me out more than I thought it would.
Not that things aren't going so well, cause they are.
Not that I'm not ever so thankful at God's provision, cause I am.

It's just that: I seem to have misplaced my Bible. The one item that I thought I'd really do well at keeping track of. I'm sure it's sitting at church or somewhere under a box. In my weariness I grow so easily frustrated at what is not easily found; at the tasks that stack up because I have to go on prioritizing people, working every hour I can, slowly paying off bills, researching fun places to photograph people, moving more stuff that I wish I didn't have to move.

What I'd really like to do is sit and write a long-thought of letter to a pregnant friend & mail her some package love. What I'd love to do is find my Bible.