Some things

For those of you who missed small group last night, you missed an awesome church history lesson. I don't know which was more impressive - the information we were learning or the fact that Josh just knows a lot of cool cool stuff! I missed week one but week two was great. To me, history obviously adds so much depth to anything and I guess I never really thought about our bible and how it was brought together. Thanks Josh! Whether you like it or not, I 'm already thinking of a history retreat Josh could do (lol - i can see him rolling his eyes right now!)

Wanted to let you all know that my condo sold last night! As i mentioned, kind of emotional for me. My dad helped me pay for and look for this place. He was so sick and wanted to see me put my inheritance to good use. My very favorite memory ever about this was when our friend Jason moved me in to this condo and it was SO HOT out! My dad was talking all week about grilling sausages on the grill for Jason and his friend who were working so hard for me. But my dad was having a bad bout with Chemo. He was 6'4" and just a shell of a man. He couldn't stand up but he had me prop him up in a chair outside next to the grill so he could make good on his promise. I don't think Jason was even hungry but felt so honored that my dad was going through the process of firing up the grill and yelling for me to bring the onions. He was shaking and I was scared he would burn himself. But he was so happy that he could help.

My dad never got to see the upstairs because he was too weak. He insisted that I take a picture of it so he could see. When I bought my new red leather couch, he wobbled over here and laid on it and marveled at my choice.

One time, my step mom dropped him off at the front gate and he was too weak to wait while I opened the front gate. He started teetering and then fell right in front. Might sound funny, but when a man my dad's size falls, it is a 2 or 3 man process in getting him up again.

I could reminise forever. I like to take mental snapshots of places in my life when change is obvious. My decision to quit my first job, the decision to move to Dallas, the day my wonderful Dad died, the day I called out to God to save me and capture my heart and purify it from anything that isn't of Him. And now today. I don't know if Katie and I will moving in together in a house in Dallas. Or if we will be moving to Chicago. I don't know what the future holds for us. I don't know if I'm making the right choices or not. I have been praying over and over that God makes me brave, gives me courage. Has he equipped me to go back home to Chicago? Do I want to leave my church, my friends, my family? Do you ever "leave" them just because you move to a different city? Who knows.

Love you guys! Happy 4th of July. Praying for travel mercies for all!