Today my parents would have been married 68 years if they were still alive. I’ve only been married to my Mate for 8 years, but I’ve known him for 36 of my 48 years, lol. I wonder if my parents kept feeling closer and more stable and unbreakable, the longer they were together. I know their relationship was nothing like mine with my Mate, but we are such different people from them that I can’t see how it could be otherwise. :D THANK YOU Lord for the awesome time in the woods by the river yesterday. Thank you for the freedom and fearlessness that we both share, a confident attitude that comes from having an intimate knowledge and respect for the Creator of this planet and all its natural inhabitants. Thank you for the blessing of land for our friends, and please help my Mate and I know what role we are to play in that adventure. I know they desperately need my Mate’s help to move and settle their trailers and such, but beyond that we don’t know yet if you purpose for us to move onto the property with them or not. They keep wanting to talk to me about it, and I keep telling them that my heart is in West Michigan so I am limited in how much I can “invest” in Texas. I’ve already been here 11 years, without going “home”. I know it will take several small miracles for us to even get our vehicle back on the road, let alone build up enough income or savings to purchase our own property — and I truly do appreciate the offer of our friends to share their land — but 2 acres out in the boondocks of Texas to me can ever only be a WINTER place to be, never a permanent residence like it will be for them. Part of me wonders if this will be akin to a trap for my Mate, as our friends are growing too old to be completely independent. It might be their dream to move onto a piece of land and stay put — but to me that just sounds like a DEAD end. I want to travel and be FREE to explore several states and even nations. I may be a fool of some type to dream big, but I would feel like I was betraying mine own self to feel content with just staying put in one place for the rest of my life — especially Texas (although there are many WORSE places, especially in winter!!). Lord, I give this whole thing over to you — and I will KEEP giving it over to you, as many times as I need to. It is NOT my decision. I am NOT writing this story. Help me to just live the most faithfully as I possibly can, in my own little role that you write for me. I am willing to do YOUR will, Father. THANK YOU for your Holy Spirit inside me, comforting me, encouraging me, and making me feel SAFE. :O>