
When I was growing up, I always had a dream of one day moving to a different land. The books and magazines I read painted a beautiful picture of rolling hills covered with amazing wild flowers; the snow covered mountains and snow drops poking their heads out of the melting spring snow.
I dreaded the heat; complained about the boring one-season tropical summery weather.
I dreaded the heat; complained about the boring one-season tropical summery weather.


There’s a fresh new appreciation for all those things I grew up with.

“God has made everything beautiful in its own time.” Ecclesiastes 3:11

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