Musings...
I can't help but wonder why? Why did God allow us to look at - and fall in love with - a dwellingplace that appeared to be perfect for us... one that had things arranged in a way that we liked and would enjoy... and then YANK it out from under us? Was it to teach us to be content ... somehow? Then to lead us - apparently - to a different house that, while it is not a 'manufactured home' and thus 'worth more' in this area, is only barely larger than what we're in, and while we could work with it with the hope of adding on at some point... it just doesn't compare at ALL to the first one.
Why?
