here i sit

here i sit. an early morning in iraq. it is starting to get really hot. spring has just started but i can feel summer peaking over the mountains in the distance. i am so thankful, but forget sometimes, for everything that God has provided for me. no one can promise safety over here, but him. sometimes things are even easier over here, because you aren't dealing with the stresses of home, or the temptation of home. you are here, with limited everything, and there is nothing you can do about it. it is a very real experience, and hard to explain. but Praise God for the sun coming up this morning, and for the guys i work with every day, and for opening my eyes, so that i can see these simple things that make me so happy.