Monthly Archives: December 2009

Aaaand… We’re Back!!

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I’m sitting in Wake Up Coffee Co. – run by a guy who Drew mentored way back when…

This place is fantastic.

I know 8 of the 18 people who are in here right now. 3 of them are girls that I mentored wayyyy back when I first lived here. One of those girls is pregnant. Married. Grown up.

Such a difference from life back at seminary. Unless we were on campus, we probably wouldn’t run into anyone we know. But not here. People are everywhere. They know us. And there’s lots of squealing and neck-hugging when we see each other.

& I can’t believe it.

These three and a half years have flown by. In some ways, everything is different. In some ways, everything is the same…

& I’m sitting here wondering if I’m different or the same.

My Trippin’ Tweets ~~~~~~~>>

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Thanks for stopping by!!

I won’t have any posts going for the rest of the week, since I’ve been in packing/cleaning/goodbying mode for a few days weeks now.

If you want to keep an eye the Thompson Trip over the next week or so, you can check the twitter feed to the right. Things to look forward to: fun facts about the drive, crazy pictures, and sad nostalgia.

(This is really for my mom. And Sarah. And Krissy. And Shelly. And Jo. And Keri. And a few others.)

This is where y’all can find updates until we get settled in Brunswick.

See ya on the other side.

All Packed Up and Nowhere to Go.

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(Alternate title: If we end up homeless, it’s the government’s fault.)

I’ve been dreading this post for about three weeks.

Let me rephrase that: For three weeks, I’ve hoped that I’d get a call from our realtor and wouldn’t have reason to write this post.

Do you want the long story or the short story? How ’bout I just give you the short story, and then I’ll go back to vacuuming:

1) We put a contract on a house.

2) The bank foreclosed.

3) The bank sold the house to the Government. (I don’t know what this means, except that it has something to do with it being insured by the government or something.)

4) Fannie Mae (FNMA) now has the house and is doing whatever Fannie Mae does in order to prepare a house to be put on the market. This involves repainting, re-carpeting and repairing – as well as ignoring the realtor who continues to tell them that WE want the house – now – as is. Considering the fact that this house has been off the market for about six weeks, this whole process can take a while.

How am I doing? Well… I had my crying fit about three weeks ago. And then Drew and I prepared. We started asking around and spreading the word that we’d need to crash somewhere short-term once we got down there.

Luckily, we’ll be staying in our Pastor’s basement/guest area until… ?

We drive off tomorrow (Tuesday, 12/15) and will slowly make our way down the east-coast. Somewhere along the way, Drew will start calling Fannie Mae until he gets some answers.

And then we decide if we’re going to start house-hunting again.

Or, we’ll wait.

Feasting for All it’s Worth

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Feasting.

I’ve been thinking about that phrase for a long time – weeks, maybe. It entered my soul while listening to a sermon about the Sabbath. One of our professors explained the traditional Hebrew observance of the Sabbath, and how it starts with a family feast.

I’ve latched on to that thought like … like I’m hungry … or something.

And I’ve found myself, while living in dreaming-of-the-future land, imagining Drew and I having long lingering meals around a big dining room table in our home. With others there. With an abundance of food. And an abundance of conversation. And an abundance of time.

I’ve been in homes where this is a reality. We’ve spent long meals with our mentors back home. And spent long meals with seminary mentors here. Their bi-monthly breakfast can last for hours.

It’s one of the greatest experiences.

I’ve found myself having more of a feast-mentality when I sit at the table for dinner. Intentionally slowing the pace of my eating. Having more than one course to go through. And letting myself just “be” there. All in the hopes that we will become a feasting family as well.

And, deep down in the secret places, I hope that when I sit down and open my Bible, my soul will feast on the Richest of Fares.