permanently everywhere

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We are in Omaha now, "permanently".

Permanently doesn't mean a whole lot to us anymore, but we are in Omaha...

...after we get back from Sioux City on Thursday.

Permanently. Kind of.

And our days are spent in prayer lifting up our cars for perseverance, our days for productivity and creativity, and lifting up appointments, phone calls, emails, and church presentations.

We also think about knocking on the doors of rich neighborhoods, brochures in hand, ready to share our ministry with them. Because it worked when I sold magazines in elementary school? I actually started typing a tweet at Sean & Catherine Lowe about sharing our ministry with them, but wimped out.

It's not desperation; it's innovation. And I may still do it.

We live with his parents, and then my parents, and then my aunt & uncle, and then maybe a friend's house, and on and on and on we move. We are moving permanently.

 Maybe that's how I should respond when people ask where we are living: Everywhere. Wherever there is a bed. And preferably free groceries.

But as long as the mornings are cool enough for walks and there is a candle close by and the option of a nap, moving permanently is okay, for now.

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  1. AlyssaOctober 2, 2014 at 6:37 PM

    please come "move in" to our house for a night! Cause that was so fun!!!

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