Momma moved to Louisiana from Texas when she married at 19 and lived there until the day she left us at almost 82. She told everyone that entire time, she was from Texas. Perhaps I am somewhat like her, since I was thinking today, that I don't know if I will ever consider Texas home---after 64 years---Louisiana will always be home.
My sweet friend sent this to me when I was lamenting over my move with her:
"Some would say you are entering Texas, the Promised Land,
I say you are running the next leg bound for the Promised Land."
SO even after disappointing news yesterday, I cling to truths such as this and know --especially today---He loves me steadfastly and beyond measure-
" Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."