fortable little niche for myself here in Jackson, TN. Just as I was settling into it and calling it my own, I turned around and realized that my niche did not exist. It was an illusion. Having realized that, I know that it is now time to move on.Some people are meant to climb obstacles, build bridges, and make changes. Others are able to just make their beds and lie comfortably (or not so comfortably) in them. I seem to belong to the former group. Every time I find a nice bed to lie in, I turn over and find that it wasn't really there at all, just an illusion. Well, it has happened again. So I have to move on.
I could not sleep last night. I turned fitfully for a couple of hours, read Debra J. Dickerson's "An American Story" for another, and finally listened to my heart and picked up my Bible. I was led straight to the book of Matthew. After several chapters, a sense of peace and resolution came from deep within my spirit, my thoughts receded, and sleep found me.
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