As I sit here, I hear the loud noises of big truck mufflers rumbling. I still don't know most of our neighbors, but I do know they drive loud cars. I think it probably is a Texas thing. I feel like this is becoming our home. The things that are common to me seem to be here. When we started this new journey almost three years ago, I had no idea what this move would be like. At times, I have felt very lonely. It seems like the last week or two that has not been the case.
God has brought several people my way these last couple of weeks. I believe that God is redirecting my ME syndrome. I read today a chapter out of Blue like Jazz. The author talked about how he found out what the problem with everything was. The problem was himself. I have enjoyed God putting several people in my life that have had problems bigger than mine. I realize today that I really need to be aware of the times that I am getting in the way of God's plans. It is so easy for me to try to make things my way instead of God's way. I suppose that this season here in Texas is God's plan, and I need to embrace that and not stand in His way.
Now that the holidays are over, I am finally feeling normal again. I never new that a routine would feel so comforting. I never knew that where JR got shot would be the city that I call my routine. I guess getting back into the groove is where I am at right now, and it feels pretty good.
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hey wendy... remember me? lol jk : ) i can't believe its been three years since you guys lived in JC, I hate when I am getting in the way of God's plans, i feel like i do that alot.
It is amazing how Christmas can make things feel out of wack, especially when you travel across the entire south east! Glad you are starting to feel human again :)
I wanted to give you a fudge wreath before ya'll left but Tim and I were making them together and the fudge burnt :( We didn't talk about who was supose to be watching the pot until we smelled burnt chocolate. not good!
btw... who was it that shot JR?
JR was shot?!?! :)
I don't really know who shot him. I just remember growing with my family watching the Dallas series. As a child, I only associated Dallas with a Friday night TV series. I never dreamed that I would be living in that same city.- That's all I meant.
great...thanks..now i've got the Dallas theme song in my head...I remember having my bets on Bobby...or at least mom talking about it...hahahahah
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