I was enjoying beautiful fall weather in Buckhead, Atlanta with a friend this morning, following a long week. As we sat outside and pulled our masks down to sip our tasty espresso drinks, the sound of sirens started far off in the distance and quickly grew closer and closer. I put the cup down and held it in my hands. Four armored vehicles that looked like army tanks sped by right in front of us.

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Before We Jump

Way back in 520 BC, hidden within the tiny book of Haggai (only 2 chapters long) in the Old Testament of the Bible, is guidance for our time during the coronavirus. 2500 years ago God prepared a story for such a time as this: to show us an important truth about ‘building our houses.’

After being exiled and not allowed to leave (sound familiar) their home in Babylon, a period of time passed and then 50,000 people were finally allowed to return to Judah and begin to rebuild their lives. But, not so fast. This time, God said, you will rebuild my temple as your first priority.

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As We Build Our Houses
Atlanta has brought refreshment, renewal, and rest to my spirit and body. Effects from the constant strain of living downtown Chicago weren’t fully evident to me until I was removed.
Now the warmth of the weather and people of the south blesses my heart and provides newfound energy.  I pray we will be as much of a blessing to this place as it has already been to us. I hope this season of reduced noise will bring increased clarity, focus, and the ability for God’s voice to shine through our lives with renewed radiance.
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A Lack of Judgement
Chicago is such a special spiritual city for me. When I came here I had so much to learn. And even though that’s still true, I now feel responsible to a city I’ve learned so much in and grown so much from.

After a series of open doors and confirmations this past spring it became clear to our family that God was preparing the next chapter of life for us in Atlanta, Georgia.  So this fall, after 10 years in Chicago, our little family made a big move 600 miles south.

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Grateful Goodbyes

I usually don’t cook. Recent summer nights of this young marriage have been spent ordering in, or picking something up together on our way home. Ministry work has been especially demanding in this season so I admit meal planning hasn’t been one of my strengths. But the good news is God hasn’t been relying on my strengths to meet the needs of His people.

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Perfect Timing
I used to think the hardest part about homelessness was not having a home. My assumption was that the worst part of it all had to be sleeping outside, and once someone simply gained access to a place to live it would help them “get back on their feet” again.
The hardest part about being homeless isn’t not having a home.
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Deck of Cards
Whenever I’ve thrown a Going Away Party for close friends in the past, I’m happy to celebrate their next step forward in life, but still a part of me is sad they’re leaving. I’ve found when you throw a Going Away Party for a homeless friend, the underlying sadness isn’t there. Just relief. Just joy. And gratitude they finally have the opportunity to move on (and into) a new place in life. That they are literally moving forward.
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A Different Kind of Ministry
I have struggled with living in Chicago and fighting against harsh and sometimes dangerous conditions, freezing winters, and sirens throughout the night.  But I’m blessed to say that a lasting sense of home was created for me here about a year ago, when I met the friend that changed my life.  Since then a lot of amazing things have happened as our journey in loving the homeless as family has continued.
I wrote about the horrible tent fires that happened a few months ago.  These fires took from people who already had nothing, and I thought it couldn’t get worse than that.  But then several weeks ago an actual life was taken and it affected me personally.
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A Sense of Home