A moving van…

Early this morning, after a cross-country-move, a moving van backed up to my daughter’s garage and unloaded a truck load of my furniture and belongings into my daughter’s and her husband’s three-bay garage.  We had hoped to have had time to have found a cottage or condo for me by now but things have been unbelievably busy.

It is a very large home and I am quite comfortable.  I have been welcomed with open arms…and feel very much at home.  My grandchildren say they are never letting me leave.  Ever.  I’ve only been here for two weeks, so I’m still a novelty.

I am learning to be patient.  Once again, He reminds me of Romans 8:28.  Over an over again. I already knew how wonderful my daughter and her precious husband are but I’m seeing it firsthand all over again…

 

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