Just real quick.

Because I'm sitting in front of a fire place and I've been thinking for too long.

We left really early on Sunday.  I wanted to leave the night before, to just run away after the going away party.  But that wasn't a very smart thing to do.  So I laid in bed.  For forever.

We left early.

And drove and drove.  Dean helped me get through the first hours.  He's magic.

We stopped in Frenchtown and stalked churches.  The baptist church we found spent an hour asking if we'd found The Book.  It was all I could do to stay sitting.  I wanted to stand and scream, yes I've found the book.  But I still feel lost sometimes.  

Why doesn't anybody preach about that? 

Yellowstone felt like peace.  Long and winding and wild peace.  We stayed the night in a cabin.

I read verses about peace and light and being a child. 

And I slept.

Now I am in the wilderness of Wyoming.  A place where there's a hill that they call the phone booth.  A place where moose and hummingbirds are pets. 

Tomorrow I end at home.  

I'm in a rocking chair.  In front of the fire.  And I'm ok with the present.  In love with the past.  And terrified of the future.

Until I remind myself for the thousandth time.  Tasha you are His.  You are His.