It's unexpected, really, how this small, south of Atlanta town, is really beginning to feel like home.
This, I moved here kicking and screaming because it was so far from my beloved midtown and Highlands place, seems to fit me to a T more and more everyday.
And, it's especially unexpected how much this tiny rental house seems to envelop my family in a way that no other house has.
Could it be, perhaps, that God's plans, though always unexpected, always make the most sense in the end?
Could it be, that it's really true, always, that he is working everything together for my good. Even when it feels so much the opposite of good. He's working it out. Always.