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A lovely evening and cold day full of peace.

Last night at Hope City I felt so loved and like I really am part of a family here...which I am leaving shortly. Anyways, I got prayed for and I got hugs and kind words from people. It was a good choice to head down there. I love the loving presence of God at Hope City and I love how the people there love so well! What a privilege to have been a part of it! And it’s funny how sometimes when you get out of your own little “world” and get things into perspective, the mountains and things that overwhelm you don’t seem so overwhelming anymore. I was thinking yesterday about Hebrews 12 and how it talks about “laying aside every weight and fixing our eyes on Jesus”. Moving is a weight and I don’t want to be weighed down, but want to let Him carry the burden and choose to fix my eyes on Jesus.

This morning I got up kind of bright and quite early. I headed out and took the licence plates off my Golden Chariot (car) because it’s getting sold today. Mid-way through unscrewing the plates I realized it’s actually quite cold out today as my hands were starting to hurt from the freezing wind. The weather was really mild yesterday so this was a bit of a shock.

Mid-day the guy from the junk yard came and got the car. It was a quick transaction, which was good coz it was still freezing outside. Yet another thing ticked off my list...a to-do list which will only be done when I leave (and then I can start another one for when I get home). I popped to the prayer room a couple of times today which was a nice break from sorting and packing and getting ready to move. It’s quite funny. Here I am, car-less again, temperature well below freezing (this evening the wind chill was -19 Celsius), and end up walking back and forth to the prayer room multiple times.

Feeling less weighed down. Anticipating the arrival of my departure day, and don’t quite know what to do with myself. Life goes on. It always continues, even when life won’t continue here for me, it still continues for other people. The whole dynamic of final days is strange. The dynamic where you end up saying goodbye several times to the same people because you keep seeing them and don’t want to not say goodbye, and then there’s the people you don’t see and end up leave without really saying goodbye to. And then there’s the whole being a part, yet not anymore and how that all fits.

It guess the key in the midst of everything is still “fix your eyes on Jesus”.

It’s been a cold, but good day. Tomorrow is my last day here. Apparently it’s going to be even colder (I’m hoping the Missouri “if you don’t like the weather, just wait and hour and it’ll change” will kick in with warmer weather soon), but I intend to make it a good day even so.

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