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It wears me out to think about the last two years.
I’m not sure what I would have done if two years ago I knew we would be living in limbo for such a long time. Struggling financially, worrying over a house that won’t sell. Still living so very far from any family.
It was not what I had planned.
If I let myself think about the things that weigh me down, I panic. Every day I have to choose to focus on the blessings of being where I am, right now. Even if that place is Limbo, Tennessee; population: family of 4.
I can’t help but think that Jesus lived here, too (well, not Tennessee). What must have passed through His mind as He waited those 30 years for His ministry to begin? Was He anxious? (Doubtful.) Did He wonder if the right time would ever come?
I am glad He understands.