Ups and downs.
Fun and discouragement.
Joy and grief.
Exhilaration and exhaustion.
Moving twice in 14 months will do that to you.
Leaving loved ones behind--1800 miles behind--will do that to you.
So I find myself jumping on the "my word for the year" bandwagon.
God has planted us here, and here we shall bloom.
Until the next uprooting.
But there is joy to be found and life to be lived.
People to know and new beauties to discover.