Right now, let me say that I cannot find a home for my heart. I am going to take a leave from this journal for a space, perhaps two months. There is so much to do, but then again, when is there not? I always say, it is better to be too busy than not busy enough. I must therefore be truly blessed. I am traveling to a far place, not important where, actually, just to know that perhaps I may find closure to one great avenue in my life. Who is to say what the future brings? It may all in fact work out splendidly; even if it be a miracle for that to happen, I am a believer in miracles. Any rational person should be. May I keep my trust in the Lord, whatever may come, and whatever may come, may I count it all joy. Truly, what else can he who believes try to do, and be?