Even though I was in around third grade, the Southeast apart across from Ms. April kind of counts, but barely. The sorrowful journey began on Cedar Street. It traveled at a snail’s pace to Livingston Road, then 85th Avenue. Onward to Bradley Hills for a few then to the nice lady in the next building. Then back to 85th Avenue for my first adult place. Then there’s a gap…more darkness I assume, or loss of memory…
I believe Riverdale Road was next, then Forest Heights, or the other way around. Then Carriage Hills, Capital Heights, and W Street, Northwest. Then Girad Street, then back to W Street. Next, a Forestville apartment in “Amber Woods” to a Forestville first time” home owner just a few miles away. Sad face, a brief and uncomfortable stay in Clinton, Maryland while awaiting the new build on my second home in Waldorf, Maryland. And absolutely unexpectedly and unbelievable, life at the intersection of Saint Leonard’s Drive was short lived,
All that packing, hauling and unpacking, leading to here. All that unresolved baggage and covering up the pain brought me to the jewel of the Bay. North Beach beautiful Maryland. And while driving home on the route that was once a rail road track, HE is very specific in HIS pointing out Psalm 139. He saw me and knew me. He planned every single day before He placed me in the mother’s womb.
Coming home I am eye openly aware of the strategically placed green in color, Cedar, Amberwood and Saint Leonard street maker’s. Wow God or what?! Not at all what the unbelieving world would call a coincidence. But predestined before the foundation of the world by Him for me. Yes! I’d call that coming full circle. A broken little girl meeting her Heavenly Father who willing adopted her and will never leave.
He can’t. He absolutely promised! ♥️
