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Final KC day for now.

It’s been a beautiful day! Freezing cold, but beautiful. Church was great! Focus on the poor and suffering. Such an interesting way to end my time, with a sermon that cuts right to my heart. Had brunch at the “Waffle House” with a friend (had never been there, but had heard about it and figured it was better late then never to try it out). My clothes still smell like the inside of a “waffle house place”.

Then I spend some time in the prayer room. Today is the day of prayer for the poor and suffering so the whole day was devoted to that focus in the prayer room. It was good. So so good!

After that some of my housemates and I drove downtown and went ice skating! It was great fun, but very cold. So cold we just had to go get coffee afterwards. I had a very interesting Irish Cream Vanilla Latte with steamed vanilla custard in. Hmmm...not quite sure what I think about that.

This evening was spent at home. We decorated for Christmas, rearranged the furniture and then just had cake, cheese and crackers, chocolate, coffee (you get the picture). A few friends came over and we just hung out. It was so chilled and so lovely. A great last evening.

Now it’s nearing midnight. I’m almost done packing. Should get some sleep as I’m getting up early to have some final hours in the prayer room before heading to the airport. The final closure to this chapter. Don’t think I’ll sleep too well tonight. I never do before I travel. But hey, I can sleep on the plane.

This is really it. I am really moving from Kansas City and IHOP-KC. And God is really moving me into something new. I’m glad I’m doing this with Him.

And I am excited that I get to see my family again really soon!!!

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