The rhythms of Africa are constantly beating in my heart....but in this last day or two, there has finally been a rhythm to my life. The last week or so has been rough and seemingly chaotic, to put it nicely...but today I felt it. A rhythm that makes this new position in life bearable. Mostly because it was simply a rhythm of some sort...and that, my friends, is a highly treasured thing. I just pray that the rhythm continues to be there...even if its not one that beats with my heart.

Thanks for your prayers. Please keep them coming.