Joy Cometh in the Morning...

After three months of weeping, my joy has come in the form of a studio apartment in Redondo Beach. I never thought I could be happy in a one-room place, but I am. It's so nice to finally have all my stuff in one place.

I don't know how my landlord felt about me leaving, and I really don't care. The drama he put me through almost made me question my faith. However, I know that all things work together for the good of them who love the Lord and who are called according to His purpose. Even though it wasn't a pleasant experience, it's over now.

Now I just need to figure out how to fit my stuff in this place. Any suggestions?

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