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The one with the sunset


I type this while watching the sunset over Lake Lure as I’ve done every summer for the past 8 summers.

The view is different every single time. It’s never the same. I have to resist posting tons of pictures as the landscape is the same. But the sunset. Every single night. It’s different.

My aunt and uncle purchased a lake house on Lake Lure 9 summers ago and it’s been my ‘place’ the past 8 summers. The place I can get away, be quiet, and rest.

While we had a great time being together, all the family left yesterday morning and I’m staying for a couple more days. The lake house to myself. It’s been a beautiful thing.

Grateful  to know the sun will rise each morning.

This time last year, I was in a difficult place. I had NO idea what the next year would hold. I didn’t know where I’d be living or where I would be working. My roommate was set to be married, I knew change was coming. The only thing I DID know was that God is faithful. Seriously. That was the ONLY thing I had to rely on.

While I don’t know what this next year will hold,  I am more confident than ever in the belief that His plans for me are good.  


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