Monday.

I am grateful to Jesus for a household.

Because today has been the first full day of missing my friends, my family, yet still making plans for travel (lots of travel).
Where I've wanted to run back to my room and cry, lay in the fetal position and cry some more. Yet, God provided me with a house full of people to walk alongside me, share meals, let me know they were able to pet a llama at the zoo today and ask me to go swimming later.

Hope.

Hope when I need it in the really small things to get me through the day, so thank you Jesus, for doing that. Providing for me a family that reminds me that life gets hard, but it goes on (and as it does, you provide joy and hope and steadfastness).