here i am wanting. again. wanting the impossible. wanting my dad to call up the boys and ask them about their roller hockey game tomorrow. wanting his advice on adding a shower to the downstairs bathroom. wanting to show him the great deal on a shed we got off from craigslist. wanting moments that will make me 'happy'.
happiness is not found in moments or 'things'. it is found in God. i know this. i do.
how come it is so hard for my head to wrap around then?