"If I'm to move, God, show me where..."

I said this after looking at one more house that was for sale. Although it was a darling little place, it needed a lot of work, and it was overpriced.

My own home was comfortable. My husband had remodeled it and built in many features to make life easier. It was also debt free. However, it was too much house for one person. The children had homes of their own, and my husband had passed away. I had managed for almost nine years to keep up with the outside work plus keep house, but I was ready for a change.

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