There is a plan at work in my life that I'm so grateful NOT to be in charge of.
To move or not to move, is the question on the table. Just as i thought that door closed, it got flung wide open again.
Those of you who are tired of hearing about it, i don't blame you one bit. I'm sick of hearing about it.
But there IS a plan at work here. And i just have to wait for it to unfold.
"Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed ishe that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame"
You may just come to my door one day, and i just might not live there anymore.
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