Today I was sitting on the porch "watching" Bella and Hannah (I say "watching" cause really I was staring off into la la land) and must to have had a forlorn look on my face because the neighbor's voice came suddenly "your homesick huh?". I instinctively said "oh no just a little spaced out" then I realised actually he was quite right. And maybe that is why I am so spaced out all the time. They say home is where the heart is and maybe I'm a bit too protective over my heart to let it be lived in. As much as I hate plastic couch covers that keep furniture clean I use them all over my own heart home, and who wants to live in or visit a place like that. Yet realizations like that make me fall in love with God all the more, because I remember how intune with me he is and how he knows me like no other. God works on my shortcomings and it is an exciting adventure (though sometimes extremely painful), because the more God uncovers in me these weeknesses the more I cling to him and he comes through with comfort like the biggest strongest coolest bestest daddy that he is.