Half my mind is busy with packing the kids and the kitchen up for a trip to the cabin.
The other half is desperately grieving for dear friends who lost their 19-year old son this morning.
It seems very odd to be frosting a cake and gathering swim towels.
Wordless for now, except for this from Psalm 65:
How blessed is the one whom Thou dost choose, and bring near to Thee,
To dwell in Thy courts.
We will be satisfied with the goodness of Thy house,
Thy holy temple.