Two weeks ago on Saturday night while waiting for Mark to come home from a wedding I pulled out my blog and read the entry I had written back in September. "Whoever wrote this had a lot more faith than I do" I thought sarcastically. But I felt God tugging at my heart. I needed to let go and trust again. The next morning I was listening to the radio broadcast of a local church and in the short time I listened the preacher must have said at least ten times "God is writing the story. God is writing the story." I was driving down the road with tears streaming down my face. I got it Lord. I will trust you. I release control.
Three days later we found out about the house we are going to rent in December.
he is a good daddy. he writes good stories. my heart need not fear.