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		<title>&#8220;She had come at last to the bend in the road.&#8221;&#8211;L.M. Montgomery</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Our church is cleaning out its library. Each Sunday the library-powers-that-be spread out about 50 books all over four tables, and anyone can come in and pick out which books they&#8217;d like to take home. They are all free. We have a large library of our own, here at April&#8217;s School for Little Men, so I have not been too tempted. Until today. What do you think I found today? FOUR books from the Anne of Green Gables series. Good [...]</p>
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<p>Our church is cleaning out its library. Each Sunday the library-powers-that-be spread out about 50 books all over four tables, and anyone can come in and pick out which books they&#8217;d like to take home. They are all free.</p>
<p>We have a large library of our own, here at April&#8217;s School for Little Men, so I have not been too tempted.</p>
<p>Until today.</p>
<p>What do you think I found today? FOUR books from the Anne of Green Gables series. Good ol&#8217; paperbacks!!</p>
<p>I took a deep breath the moment I saw them. I have misplaced my copies. I haven&#8217;t seen them in two years, at least. And there on that &#8220;free books&#8221; table sat series numbers 2,3,4, and 7! I picked one up. I thought about it.</p>
<p>I put it back down. &#8220;No,&#8221; I thought, &#8220;Some teen or tween girl may read them for the first time if I leave them here and enjoy them as much as I did. I won&#8217;t take them.&#8221;</p>
<p>And I went on in to church.</p>
<p>I came out an hour later, and you know I had to check. There they sat. All four books, all alone, all for free. I swiped them all up in my arms before anyone could challenge me and dashed off to the nursery to pick up J.D.</p>
<p>Once home, I fed the boys as quickly as I could. Then I snuck off to my room and skimmed the pages. I came across a couple of touching quotes, towards the end of <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Anne of Avonlea</span>. Anne has completed two years of teaching in Avonlea, putting her college dreams on hold, as she feels it&#8217;s her duty to stay and take care of Marilla. Then suddenly, things change, and Anne learns that she may return to college in the fall.</p>
<p>I am further along in my life&#8217;s journey than Anne, who is 18 at this point, but how I can relate to these book quotes! We are indeed coming to the bend in the road. We&#8217;ve spent our time researching schools, travel plans, and neighborhoods. There are eight weeks left in the school year, and in only 3 months we will be Southerners again.</p>
<p>Each day the picture becomes clearer.</p>
<blockquote><p><strong>&#8220;Joy and regret struggled together in her heart. She had come at last..to the bend in the road.&#8221;   &#8211;Anne of Avonlea, chapter 26.</strong></p></blockquote>
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<blockquote><p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&#8220;I&#8217;ve put out a lot of little roots these two years,&#8221; Anne told the moon, &#8220;and when I&#8217;m pulled up they&#8217;re going to hurt a great deal. But it&#8217;s best to go, I think, and as Marilla says, there&#8217;s no good reason why I shouldn&#8217;t. I must get out all my ambitions and dust them.&#8221; &#8212;Anne of Avonlea, chapter 26</p>
</blockquote>
<p style="text-align: left;">Moving is always bittersweet, and we will miss all of our new friends. But this move is more sweet than bitter. This time we are going home.</p>
<div id="attachment_6878" style="width: 427px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6878" data-attachment-id="6878" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/03/14/she-had-come-at-last-to-the-bend-in-the-road-l-m-montgomery/hope/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?fit=2000%2C2000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2000,2000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="hope" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?fit=859%2C859&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="wp-image-6878" title="I will always have hope. Do you?" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=417%2C417&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="I will always have hope. I hope you do too." width="417" height="417" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=1000%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=100%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 100w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=768%2C768&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=1231%2C1231&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1231w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=90%2C90&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 90w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?resize=75%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 75w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?w=2000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/hope.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 417px) 100vw, 417px" /><p id="caption-attachment-6878" class="wp-caption-text">This verse has been my theme song as I&#8217;ve struggled with the new heart medicines and decisions about the future. Yes, indeed. I will always have hope. I hope you do too.</p></div>
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