It’s been a little over a year since I wrote this post. Oh, what a difference a year makes. God is faithful, y’all. I’ll resume some sort of regular blogging schedule next week (…hopefully) and tell y’all all about how He’s answered the cry of my heart and made a way out of our wilderness. Hallelujah!
I’m a country girl. I mean, I didn’t grow up on a farm or anything like that, but the housing addition I grew up in was out in the middle of the country, next to a lake, surrounded by woods and, beyond that, farm pastures and ranch land. The neighborhood itself was pretty spread out, with houses that sat on lots of an acre or more, the majority of which offered at least a glimpse of the lake, and plenty of empty, wooded lots, teaming with wildlife, scattered in between. There were few fences of any kind, and no privacy fences. You had to drive at least a dozen miles to get to the nearest grocery store. Life moved a little more slowly. There was plenty of space to roam and stretch out. Plenty of room to breathe.
When we bought our house in the city back in 2008, it…
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