Well, it's official...

the three scariest words I can speak are now true. "I'm a Texan."

This afternoon, I went to the Denton County Tax Assessors Annex and bought car tags, registered to vote, and surrendered my Alabama driver's license to the Department of Public safety. When it was sad to let go of something of home, I sense the Lord making me realize it is not the time to look back.

I will say that it was almost a carnival style atmosphere at the assessor's and DPS offices. You wouldn't believe me even if I tried to tell you. Maybe I'll save that one for another message.