Tim is reading (out loud) a poem from the 1st century about Passover called "The Mystery of the Pascha" ...translating it from Greek as he goes.

Jason is catching up on news about last night's presidential debate.

Israel is sleeping, per usual, on the dog bed Kate made him.

We spent this morning with Sara Rose (Vruggink), eating french toast, drinking coffee, and chatting about peace issues after reading aloud from Jesus for President.

Thursday night was "Girls' Night" with Kate and Holly... we spent it goofing off, eating ice cream, doing mud-masks, and "hashing" through some ideas and concerns we've encountered.

Yesterday I came home from work to a basement full of people playing music and praising God. Israel and I listened from the living room while I continued to read The Count of Monte Cristo.

I feel actively loved in this place, challenged daily, and at a place of rest and wrestling with my Creator.

Reading Brooke's blog started some conversation with the women in this house and I've come to the realization that I feel very much like a sister, mother, daughter, wife, and friend in this house of my Jesus-following peers. How could I ask for more?