Last week was a doozy. It's no secret that Mr. H has not adjusted well to the move. I don't have time or the patience to peck it out on this stupid phone. A week ago I was sure that we'd be going back to Georgia. GASP!!! I know, right??? He had a promising phone interview and scheduled a 1:1 on Tuesday with a reputable company near home doing what he loves to do and what he's done for 30 years. We met with the children. They were angry, disappointed, hurt. I cried, fasted, prayed. It's hard to see your man miserable and trying to make ends meet. Of course, I have to support him although my heart is screaming, NO! Long story short, he canceled the interview because it didn't "feel right." I've been singing "Thy Will," by Hilary Scott. I truly believe this is where we are supposed to be. Please join me in praying for God's will, for doors
to open and shut. I'm out of words. Love you my friends.