Last week, I began the story of two perfect houses. If you missed part 1, click here. When the Grands passed away, we thought, “Now, we can return to Florida!” Nope. Richard and I know we can see only what’s right before us, and we make judgments based on what’s behind us, so we trust
<em>Tag</em> blessings
In my 20s, I lived in Florida. Grandma Colleen would leave voice mails: “Hi, little answering machine! Just you and me tonight? Does Kristi ever come home? Tell her to call me next time you see her.” One Sunday night, after a weekend insurance conference, I came home and my husband said, “Let’s move