Moving to San Antonio has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. Adjusting to a new place and a new church and new people. Living close to children who I have not lived close to in years. There have been times in the past 18 months that I wondered if I had made a mistake moving here and I wondered if I needed to move again.
I am beginning to think that the Lord let me go through all of this so that I would not be tempted to do something like this again.
I am beginning to like it here. I like this city and this church and these pastors. I am even starting to enjoy singing in Spanish, though I still have no idea what I am saying. And I enjoy spending time with family and friends. I have gotten my house decorated as I like and I have done all that needed to be done to make this house safe and secure.
I believe that better days are ahead. And that I am putting down roots here.