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Well, I know I may lose some readers, but after a few months on wordpress, I made the decision to come back to blogger.  There are things I liked about wordpress, but things I ended up missing from blogger.
I was sad to realize there was already a “wanderingonpurpose” on blogspot.  Grrr!  So I had to add an 81 to the end.  If you don’t add the “81” to the end, you will be reading someone else’ blog (who it doesn’t appear is blogging when I checked).

http://wanderingonpurpose81.blogspot.com/

I hope if you are “new” to reading my blog you will follow me as I move. I have already imported all of my old entries. I hope if you are “not new” to reading my blog, you will continue to follow as well.

We shall see…

I had to go somewhere this morning – in the middle of a tornado warning, actually – and I was hoping to get an answer. The answer wasn’t really an answer. And I am frustrated. Not angry, just frustrated, because I seriously don’t remember the last time in my life I got an answer without some kind of trial or waiting period.

Mother's Day 2010

I am walking for March of Dimes in a couple of weeks (May 8th ) with friends from where I used to teach.  One of my dearest friends organized a team in honor of Buddy and two other preemie babies of another friend of ours.  If you want information on how to sponsor my walk, and I know you in “real life,” let me know, and I will send you the link.  It is also on my facebook page.

It has been a weird weekend for me emotionally. I’m not even sure how much I want to write about it, but I do feel like it is part of the journey we are experiencing. I am preparing myself for tomorrow. I would love to take the day off, but I am already missing a day and a half due to an appointment and a conference this week.
Tomorrow I have hope that there will be birthday cake and balloons in heaven for a precious one who never officially had a birthday, but who has one in my heart.

” How lovely is Your dwelling place,
O LORD Almighty!
My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God. …
Blessed are those who dwell in Your house;
they are ever praising You. …
Better is one day in Your courts
than a thousand elsewhere.” From Psalm 84

“And in Your hands the pain and hurt look less like scars…” – Sara Groves