When I'm Out of Flyers

I walked up the creaky, overgrown steps to a high floppy porch and gently rapped the wooden door. I was making sure my feet were planted on secure footing when a kid opened the door and left it open as he returned to his video games. Rose looked up from her desk, gave a warm "hi" and asked how I was doing. I waited on the threshold ten minutes like that before Mark emerged from their downstairs, obviously having just thrown on his clothes, a hat and his coffee mug. I was happy to see him. We've only met a couple of times but it seems like more than that. We walked down his front steps and began our mission with the first door to his right.

(Over the past two whole seasons, Rachel and I have been trying to love our neighbors. We've initiated, learned names, prayed, invited, served, raised funds, asked questions, listened, remained present, and tried to deepen relationships in hopes of opening a

Spring is a Miracle

This is from my walk yesterday at Hofma. Check out my last two photo-blogs to see how this scenery has changed drastically. Wow. Only weeks ago this was all frosted and dead. Now it's bursting with life. Birds sing and hoot. The air is warm and wet. Everything is growing and blooming!

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