Aint love a kick in the head?

Its 1 am on Friday night... or Saturday morning, however you want to look at it. My Mom and Dad called from Korea at 10:30 pm and it was 12:30 pm on Saturday for them. My Dad sounded terrible. He said this accident is the worst thing thats ever happened to him and I believe it. He's homesick for us and we are homesick for them.

I feel bad...eating out at the Olive Garden, cancelling babysitting jobs and staying up til 1 in the morning watching a four hour Full House Marathon while they are overseas and wishing to be home.

Mrs McMahan says thats shes thankful for times when we need Jesus more. Amen. I think things are going to different around here when Mom and Dad get back.

So, here, alone on a Friday night, I think about all the what ifs. Grandpa likes to tease me about chasing boys, and if there are more good looking boys in Madison than in Decatur and my boyfriend...or lack thereof. All my single cousins back in Indiana are in a relationship and Daniel was when he was my age.

But why am I sounding so bitter and depressed? I'm really not.. Even this morning I had to repent of the sin of complaining about circumstances rather than praising God for blessings...and here I go again.

Jesus is my Master. No more needs to be said.