Confession

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I like our life.


Here.

In Montreal.



Actually...

I love it.




University, working from home, routine, community...

Ever growing church-family.

A place we really fit in.

Early mornings sending off my husband to work.

Heading to the couch to watch online news cast with coffee and breakfast in tote.

Working in my housecoat.

Lane swimming right across the street.

Car, English, family, friends.

High speed internet, affordable phone bill.

No international calls, bartering with garbage men, collecting used toilet paper in a trash can.

I like it.

It is our home.

But in two weeks, things turn up side down.

Actually...

they have already started turning.


But I know I will like it then too.



But I know I will mourn the loss of routine, morning coffee on the couch, working in my housecoat, and not having to barter with the garbage man.


But I also know that these things are not the things that make life, life.


And we are not promised happiness, but given joyfulness if we follow the path we've been given.