This morning I was reading about how King Solomon built the house of the Lord in Jerusalem and I found myself really missing that city. The history alone makes it noteworthy, but I miss it in a way that is deeper than that. It is the city of my spiritual heritage, the city that my Savior looked forward to traveling to to celebrate the feasts that foreshadowed His coming and His sacrifice .

When I think of Jerusalem I can’t help but think of Jesus walking the ancient streets and going up the southern stairs to the temple mount to pray. It is a city that I am connected to, a city that every Christian is connected to, a city of new peace. This morning I miss that city. This morning I am praying for the peace of Jerusalem.

I have been visited my other mother at the Hospice today. Staring death in the face has gotten me thinking about how easy it is to lose priorities and the constant need to fight to keep the right priorities.

It seems odd to me that we often lose site of what is most important considering how short life really is. I know I will be doing so priortizing after this weekend, can’t wait to spend some time with my family!

Hello readers, I haven’t blogged in months, not totally sure why. But, I did want to send out a quick update that I am still alive. That this week we our third child was born, and that one of these days I will dive back into the blogsphere. Thanks for hanging in there, let’s have some conversation soon.