Peter Bradley Adams.

I've made it through nine weeks of my first year.
Praise the Lord.
There are still so many other things I would rather do than lesson plans, but that's OK.


Quick update:
-mud bowl was awesome. I have scars and bruises--both sweet memories of the muddy event
-poison ivy. Where that came from eludes me.
-in new apt and enjoying it.


Peter Bradley Adams. 
His voice still takes me back to that wonderful bridge in Austria. 

The bridge where the Lord and I danced, conversed, cried, and held one another.

Oh, the loving rendezvous we would have daily.
My heart mourns its loss and my eyes are not willing to keep it a secret.
I miss it.
I miss that communion.
I miss how I longed for the Lord and his peace so greatly.
What a time it was to be so far from home and yet feel so close to God...