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I make mean apple dumplings. I know they don’t look like much, but if you stop by my house you will quickly understand their glory.

My sandwiches and lack of drinks aren’t all that bad either. You would think after seven months of weekly grocery trips for a weekly dinner I would remember the drinks. Somehow I managed (yet again) to leave the store with no consumable liquids.

I would just like to take a moment before I wander off to bed and comment on the amazing group of friends the Lord has given me. Nine radically different people from an assortment of backgrounds sat in my living room tonight and enjoyed each other. We talked about ridiculous things (thanks to Tom Snow) and laughed, we talked about strange things (thanks to Christopher Fiorello) and awkwardly changed the subject, we talked about caffeine induced hallucinations (that was mine) which led to a conversation about Jesus (any thought process invariably ends up talking about the Man – there’s very little logic to it). Much to my chagrin a British man put butter on his sandwich. I met someone new…Christina Thien is a delightful women everyone should know. I also may or may not have begun to plan a backpacking trip to Europe next summer with Richard Liantonio…no wait, I definitely did.

All of that is to say I get to run this very strange and, at times, difficult race with amazing help. I am so blessed and thankful for your presence in my life. I encounter the presence and knowledge of the Lord when you show up every Thursday and let me feed you. And, on occasion, when you feed me.

Specifically when you feed me roasted peach chicken with swiss and tuna steak in a blueberry sauce.

That’s right folks – I’m not the only who cooks.