Spring will always make me think of you.
I'm remembering how sentimental I am.

I've forgotten how much change, even in its slightest form, alters how we see our once familiar home.

I am appreciative of what ten hours in a car can do.

I wish there was something I could do to wash away the worry of others.
This brings me back to the little things.

I struggle with those who have money and those who don't. I wish our world could even it out.
This too brings me back to the little things--
I'm humbled by those who act selflessly.

I pray for sensitivity and clarity of sight for how and when I can give of myself
(in whatever way that might be).

When I miss where I was, I remember what I have.