My roommate told me last week that it's our last year living together. There's a whole lot more there, but this isn't the place to get into that.
But anyway. I've decided I'm going to buy my own place and live alone. And the more I think about it, the more enchanted I become with the idea; a space that I can invite anyone and everyone into. A place where I can feed people and let them escape the cruelty of the world for just a little bit. Where they can come and be relaxed and feel safe and loved. A house dedicated to what I most want to do-- love people as deeply, sacrificially, and personally as I possibly can. There's something about meeting the earthly needs of hunger and safety that so perfectly pairs with spiritual healing. Water to wine, feeding the 5000.... Christ himself satisfied this in so many. Fulfilling the very human, very visceral need while offering a deep spiritual answer. I'll need to get better at a lot of things. But I can't wait to see what God will do. (Also if you think my kitchen isn't going to have a sign that says "Why spend money on what is not bread?" then you don't know me at all.) Rae
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