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I'm caught between art nowadays, between listening to some good new (to me) tunes by my current faves James Taylor & Stevie Wonder, by this depressingly beautiful novel I'm working through, and a short story/memoir I'm writing that's too special to me to just slap together without much thought. Amidst all those things, though, I find myself here, where the words I spew are read by a handful of friends and strangers. Something about the inconsequentiality of writing these words keeps me coming back. I could be delving into timeless pieces of art, but I turn to this trivial space where my words will be soon forgotten. We are working hard, on this trek toward a percentage, a number, a dollar amount, a whatever. All we know is we aren't done yet, that we're homeless, that the days stretch long, and we feel guilty about not knowing what to do with ourselves sometimes. We pray more than we ever have, because we our motto now is, "If the Lord doesn't do ...

If you guys have never been to Sioux City, it is probably time for you to offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving to our good Lord. Jon and I are stuck here for a few days while we wait out a few appointments later on in the week, and find ourselves recklessly slandering this place without pause. Spring makes me too optimistic, I've decided, and all I brought to wear is shorts, tshirts, and a maxi skirt (not ideal for rainy, muddy farmland). So my outfit (one long-sleeved shirt and yoga pants) has remained the same (both daytime and nighttime) since Monday, which is surely a major turn-on for my husband. My conclusion from this week: I do better as a pessimist, in the winter. Speaking of winter, Jon and I have some news: we are moving to Minnesota! This exclamation point has meant many things in the past few weeks since finding out, but currently (I promise) it does mean excitement. We spent the last year preparing, support raising, and paying rent for our future home in Ames. I be...

If I started every blog apologizing for how long it's been since the last blog, you'd probably all hate me. Oh wait, I'm already doing that. That's alright, let's move on, okay? Nothing is quite noteworthy besides the fact that I finally get warm running weather, I have my maxi skirt back from our apartment, I now follow more food Instagram accounts than people ones, and am really getting into James Taylor. We were on the road all last week and so our diet consisted mainly of trail mix and Caribou coffee (sorry haters, we were up north). Oh and we also have kind of have two announcements but we can't say until our prayer letters have reached our supporters (hate that I have to clarify this, but it's NOT a baby). Fine, I'll tell you one of them: Jon and I are extremely close to perfecting our biscuits & gravy recipe! The wind is warm and soothing, and our roommates (AKA the people who let us live with them while we finish up support raising) h...