I can't help it. I just think she is SO funny!

Here is an sentence from the latest email from my adorable (and rather precocious little sister).

Well, after leaving Grandma's house, I went through the woods, and over the bridge back to our house, lol okay so I went through a green light, and
over a pot hole, what's the difference?

It's sad, really.

Rome has got to be the most religious city in the world! It always has been religious; the dieties are the only things that have really changed in 2,000 plus years. Many of the ancient pagan temples are still standing, and the alcoves, built into the corners of most buildings, still house asundry shrines. Yes, the pictures have changed. What was once Zeus, is now St. Peter. What was once Artemeis, is now the virgin Mary. So, the icons and forms of worship are different, but the superstitious nature of Rome remains.

In one of the many art-filled rooms of the Vatican Museum, there was a painting on the ceiling (shown above) depicting one of Rome's many marble gods, knocked down, broken, and replaced by a golden crucifix. This painting seemed to me very sybolic of what has happened in that great city. One religion was traded for another - marble for gold, but both are still merely statues, and neither glorify the One who created and sustains all things.

I'm not homeless!!!

I never actually was homeless (thankfully), but there was a point last week that I was pretty sure that is where my future lay... in the streets. As late as Thursday afternoon, I had no clue where I was going to go today (my lease is up today). But God, in His mercy, provided me with the most adorable apartment! After searching for two months for a place to live, I found it Thursday night, signed the papers within an hour of seeing it, and moved in yesterday. I just LOVE my new place. I am all on my own for the first time in my life, and it feels great. I guess that means it is actually time to feel grown up (I say that every time something in my life changes, but I never actually feel it).

The move began at 6 a.m. and did not end until 4 in the afternoon. Even then, I did not get all the boxes unpacked (I think I only have 4 left - out of 20 - so I guess I'm doing pretty well) because it was Memorial day and I went to a barbecue. =) I would not even done that well if it were not for my dear friends, C. & R.! They were absolute lifesavers!

I'm a little sore this morning, but I am not complaining... it's a good kind of sore - the kind that screams freedom.