Confession: God has been so good to us.
A year ago I was packing boxes, preparing for our first move of three in eight months. I was dreaming of living in The Gray House someday, but felt like Abraham beginning a journey-with-an-unknown-destination. I put a time capsule note on the bottom of one of the kitchen items I knew wouldn’t be unpacked in a temporary place, not till we reached our long home… God keeps His promises.
One year later, after grief and loss and growth and distress, we are here, celebrating our first spring Home.
God keeps His promises.