Peace and Empty Hands

My heart is broken over how unreal you have become to me.

Lord, I'm listening to that still small voice that sounds like a scream.

I'm running in every sense of the word in one direction.

I miss Estonia, I miss my close friends, I miss feeling adequate, and I miss being well.

Those thoughts are the main ones in my life lately, with THOSE being said, I know this:

I am my beloved's and He is mine. Hosanna in the highest. What a wonderful God.