I feel like I was on an airplane. Headed to one destination. Everything was planned. House, car, barbecues, careers, future kids named. It was perfect. When my husband decided one day to say he was done, my airplane crash landed. I never made it to Paris. Instead I am stuck in Amsterdam I don't know the language, the people or the culture. This wasn't my plan, but God's plans must be bigger.
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