Tonight, we opened a bottle of wine and ate frozen yogurt after signing papers to officially turn the rest of our two-year lease over to a subletter. Since December, I have battled fear and unbelief, wondering why we would be called to leave and then seemingly kept here by a lease.
But once again we are tasting the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. The timing is perfect, and we are so thrilled to have lovely subletters and a confirmed date to leave Dallas and head to Durham. Surely, the Lord cares for His children.
When I taste your goodness, I shall not want.