As I write this, I am sitting on the attic couch--something I wish I could've done more.

I am in love with this house. My room--MY ROOM! It's been incredible. Not because of the space necessarily, but what it represented.

Freedom. Independence. Hope. Creation. God's provision. Peace.

It was a gift from God. Looking over there the Seattle skyline, sunsets, the morning sun shining through the windows. What beauty! What grace! All pointing back to my Savior.

How did I get to be so lucky? I continually struggle with why God continues to lavish his favor on me when I fail him day in, day out.

Why do you continue to love me? When I am so absorbed with the self?

Because...he's God. And can do the impossible--never stop pursuing a sinner like me.