Tuesday, November 3, 2026

the realtor

 by Alanna

Today we talked with him across the table about houses. 

What we wanted. More space. The timeline. The finances. Negotiating.

I know this is wise. I know we've talked about this for so long.

I've asked for this.

But some part of my heart must have forgot. It still thought we were moving across the ocean.

Selling all we have and giving to the poor.

Or something to that effect. 

I know we are here. I acknowledge Him in this plan.

But some places still feel raw inside of me.

Haiti. Cameroon. South Africa.

Even India. A place I've never been but always wondered.

I know we are here. I acknowledge Him in this plan.

A decision just didn't feel so real until we started stretching out roots.

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