I have had a busy day.

First, I slept until almost the very last second, read Haggai with my husband and then quickly took him to school.

I was so excited that I was finally well enough to leave my house, only to find (as I was scrubbing my kitchen) that I was still sick and could not leave. So I've been working on a revision to a story of mine called "mother of believers" that is about a muslim girl who is in quite a fix. I worked on those revisions from about 10a.m. until 3:30pm-- I revised the entire story.

Life has been interesting in the last few days. I have been humbled tremendously about my lack of love for the saints, and also have been fighting the urge to judge those who treat me unjustly.

What a dilemma.

I guess what I've found is that it's very difficult to be a Christian and still be human.

But last night, while I was struggling with feelings of inadequacy as a wife, my husband built me up and showed me that he valued me and loved me-- oh what a picture of what we are to be to the saints!

This is very disjointed and I apologize.

Jessie Wade