Thanks, Lakeland Shores

I rode by Lakeland Shores recently and shuddered. What if I had got my way? That would be my home. (See Epilogue at www.lloydsstorytree.com.)

It was the one of the most difficult months of my life. I even wondered if the Lord knew what he was doing. What I desperately wanted wasn’t happening. Now and then I have wondered why God put me through that. He could have said, OK, if you insist. I shudder to think what I would have missed.

God doesn’t hand us life on a gilded platter. We become the products of our decisions. Yes, sometimes God intervenes, but as someone said, our disappointments are God’s appointments.

I love my Woodland Garden home, my friends, and the girl from 313. Difficult as it is, I must deal with the inevitable someday: my move to assisted living. I nailed down a choice, but what if, when the time comes, I get turned down? That I leave to the Lord. With Apostle Paul I say, I have learned to be content, whatever the circumstances.

Thanks, Lakeland Shores.

Old Grandpa Lloyd