Thinking of Going Back?

“Maybe I should go back,” I whined to the Lord.

Go back where? To my dog rescue work. To having a house. To being settled in one place. It wasn’t just that I was missing my dog who had passed away and those who had been adopted out. It was that I was for the umpteenth time in the past four years facing the challenges of being on the road for the Lord full-time with my handicapped ministry dogs and settling into my latest location while researching options for my next one. I was frazzled, disgrun...