We're in between the worlds of coming and going. Samuel, Isaac, Poppy (my dad) and I recently returned from a preliminary school- and house-scouting trip with no promising leads. This is a picture of us on a bridge overlooking an ocean marsh at one of this country's oldest towns, St. Augustine, which was settled by the Spanish in the 16th century.
For many who have asked how to be praying for us, my recent prayer has not been for specifics, but solely for the will of God in our lives, which, among other things, is for our Walk to grow - more steadfast in our faith, deeper in our knowledge of Him and more passionate in our pursuit of holiness. And for me to let go of my expectations. After this nothing really matters, right?
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