I'm living in a studio apartment all by myself. No cable and no internet. But, lots of books, a big puzzle, cookies, and a perfect little oven. So, come visit.
I work at a daycare with the best kids. They call me Greyson, dance to no music, and will devour any food that has been overly processed.
I've been going to the church Nick has been attending for a couple years now, and I love it. This past week, instead of a sermon, we had a concert of prayer. Everyone was given a list of the ministries in the church and we took time to pray for each of them. All together. Out loud. It was so so so cool. It's a church that worships in different forms, makes prayer a priority, is multi-generational, and is unified.
Through the same church, there is a college group that meets each week, Threshing Floor. This last week was my first week there and it was equally good. Our time was spent eating, talking, singing, and praying for each other, together.
Also super important, Bollywood night. Nick has a friend who is from India and he's invited us to two bollywood movie nights since I've been here. The first movie was nearly 4 hours long. There was a wedding, a baby, a secret love affair, and tragedy. Like, real tragedy. Right before the movie ended, the Wife/Mom fell down a huge flight of stairs and hit her head. Spoiler Alert : She dies in the hospital. But, the movie still ended with dancing.
So basically, its's good to be here. Time with Nick is rich. The church is feeding me. Threshing floor is the community I need. And Bollywood night keeps it fresh.
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I love this. All of this (except for the mom falling down the stairs and dying part) and I love you and your adventurous spirit and ability to see blessing and reasons to praise The Lord in the smallest things. Love you.
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