Grace

My last post was well...angry at best.  Yet I have hope in spite of the system, in spite of people who lie, who don't hold up there part of the deal, and who let us down.  I have hope because God loves me and  because people don't always represent God even if they say that they do.  I know that houses don't matter, and where I live doesn't matter really (although I would much rather live in Marin).  What does matter is that God loves me and has called me as her own, and that there are some cool shoes in the San Francisco Macy's....