david-nathanael-jones

So we've moved. Done gone picked up our stuff and left Wheaton Illinois. After waddeling around from place to place, we plopped down just north of Boston. Now we live on the third floor of building F--the Graham building--in a two bedroom apartment with an eat-in kitchen, hard industrial-style rugs and no ceiling lights. So we set up all the lamps we have and unpacked most of our boxes and now were just trying to realize just what exactly we've done. I'm not sure yet.

Last night I sat in the darkness of my unfamiliar living room and let a little of the crying out; more will come--I feel like my emotions are attached to me like a bungee cord right now, and last night they took their first violent pass through my body and out the other side. They will settle eventually, but it will take a few more punches to the gut.

Mostly, I'm scared. I don't want to mess this whole life of faith thing up--it's just so so easy to do that. So many things inside of me do not hold together very well, and that makes me scared. "My soul waits for God alone. . ." I must keep breathing.

My son is coming soon! That, I know, is good!