This morning, Holland got a jingle from Terry, the landowner here, asking when we'd be moving - Holland told him we'd be gone the afternoon of February 3rd. I've been praying that there would be another renter moving in as we moved out ... and that will be happening. Holland is relieved that we will not be leaving Terry in the lurch; I'm glad we're escaping the flying grit that has our lungs inflamed - and I'm grateful Elohim heard all our prayers and faithfully provided for everyone involved 🙏 😊
Around lunch time, Holland started talking about travel plans (his macho man persona apologizes in action - not words; yet), and I started laughing and said, "I like those plans … and, I accept your apology." He laughed too. Then he said, "We're always gonna have issues, Baby; but we both know neither of us are going anywhere, unless we go together."
The mexican stand-off came to an end: he can't stand the silences 😉
Happy Days are here again, and Shabbat Shalom carries us forward ❤️
