But with tears in my eyes on Sunday (and while writing this post), we are not. Bloom where you are planted. It was fun to look at houses and school systems and dream. I planned out Dale's commute to work and how long to get to my mom and dad's for the annual Thanksgiving reunion most of my kids have never been to. I also planned out season tickets we would get. It was fun to dream for a short season.
Time to come back to reality and buckle down to the work Heavenly Father has for me here. Will I ever understand what that is? "Thy will be done", not mine.
2 comments:
:( where is home?
There was a chance you were leaving?!! Oh we would miss you so!
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