a series of bad events wish i could press undo and start anew

Here’s the story: I am walking up the stairs behind this girl. An envelope falls out of the stack of stuff she is carrying, I pick it up and hand it to her as she realizes it fell. She says, “Thank you, I’m sorry.” I say “you are welcome.” So the question of the day…

The end of the month is my last day at Grace. Wow. That is weird to think. I was talking to someone about it today. Eight years in the same place may seem like a long time, but it honestly went by so fast. I can hardly believe it has been that long. In that…

Packing up once again… the house is bare now. I just have the big stuff to move.. somewhere. This one is a weird move though because typically I know exactly where I am moving to, what space I have to work with. But I know that God is going to take care of me, and…