I miss living here. I miss having my own house. With soft carpet. I miss shopping (when I lived here I got to do that). I miss my homeschool buddies. I miss my family. My friends. I miss being able to come to Grandmas house. I just miss it. I miss my husband too. And I keep crying...
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I'm sorry, Steph! I will be a guest at your pity party! You have every right to cry!
Sometimes discomfort gives us reason to dig into ourselves. Take this as an opportunity to expand your limitations, to cut out the conditions that you think are required for happiness and go straight to the source! Or be the source!
God who "created the heavens and the earth; and sent down from the sky, water, and brought forth therewith fruits, as a provision for you; and brought you of everything ye asked Him". God created all this for you to use it because he wants you to become all that you can be! The hard part is figuring out just how to do that with what you have. Good luck! May your tears wash away your fears and bring you unconditional happiness. ;)
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