This morning was a blessed morning. West Houston Church of Christ opened their service up to us this morning, and we had an incredible time getting to know many members of their congregation. Everyone there also seemed genuinely interested in our work and in helping support our cause. It’s interesting to see how accurate some of the regional stereotypes of the U.S. are…
On a more person note, the RV is now my home. It has been my place of residence for a while now, but it has finally become my, our, home. The five of us in the apartment on wheels are something of a family at this point, and I am more than happy to move back into the RV after every event that we have. Home is a very loose term sometimes. It’s difficult to define but easy to know when you’ve found it, and no matter how long it lasts, a home is a great place to have.
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