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."

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  1. Love this blog.. I have such fond memories of you momma, our Scout Mom and MYF lady. We had such good times at ya'll house growing up. I expecially remember her Christmas tree. I had to get a home of my own to ever break with tradition and have my own " dead branch" tree. Hope this Easter time fills you with hope and renewed strength for the future. We are fulltiming it in our Airstream trailer and just bouthe a lot in the North Texas Airstream Community ( ntac) in Hillsboro south of FW/Dallas. Hope to see you sometimes. David Harris


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