I think I like writing in short sentence form more than long-winded stories.

This morning, when I woke up after going to bed a mere 4.5 hours prior, my first thoughts weren't very nice ones, which makes me a little sad now looking back. I wish I could re-train my thoughts to be only nice, gracious, and godly ones. Just like I wish I could re-train my immediate reactions to situations... and then maybe I wouldn't have run out of the kitchen crying yesterday. Who knows.

So I realized this morning as we were listening to a Capella African choirs and tribal-sounding music how much I love African drums and just how cute one of the guys here is. And even as I'm writing that, I'm debating how wise it is to leave it vs deleting it and letting no one be the wiser.

I'm bad at delegation. Really, really bad at delegation. I'm working on it, but most of the time I just don't trust people to do a good enough job... like the mopping job in the kitchen last night. I saw how awful it was, but I left it, and I think that's tremendous progress within the confined and confused space that is my mind.

We'll say that's all for now, I think.

God is good. All the time. God is good.