A good start

Ah the joys of community. I have come to love the knock on the door at 9:45 pm - my friends; my community. The people I am now journeying with. Laughing and sipping tea, praying for friends and family overseas; thinking about people we know who are hurting. Teasing our cat, and sharing meals as we plan our tutoring schedule in our new home. I love it.

We have been in the apartment complex for little more than a week. Things are going very well so far I think. We have a lot of things to work out, as has been expected. But we are content with not knowing or understanding everything. For me, I am most concerned - not worried - about tutoring. I want to experience (so badly) the joy of redemption in this place. I would be so honored to love people here, and manifest the passionate love of Christ through tutoring. But I don't want to screw it up. If anything, I'm woried that I'll drop the ball, let people down, and inhibit the redemptive process of God. So I am praying through that. We'll see how that goes. But that's what's on my mind.