notes from my journal.

i poke my head up from the muddy trench. the sound of turbo props has long since passed and i'm hoping there isn't an enemy fighter waiting for my face to appear amidst the rubble.

cuz i really do feel like i'm in war. a war for love and peace. for joy and surrender.

except i'm in these muddy trenches with a little girl on my hip, a sack of hopes and expectations slung over my shoulder and some really worn out tennis shoes. not exactly ideal fighting attire.

but i'm getting there.

oh... you hear that? here they come again. run for cover.