I love my floor.
Tonight, I went from room to room to make sure they didn't have anything illegal: porn, alcohol, wooden crates.
Knocking on the doors of each room, I was pleasantly greeted by girls on my floor who, for a few minutes, I could dedicate all my attention to. Each room I went to had another girl with a story to tell — another girl that I missed. 3 hours later, I had finally finished looking for surge protectors and 3M hooks. 3 hours later, I was fully refreshed remembering the joy of community.
Today was a day for clinging to what is good. It was long. It was full. And it was beautiful.
May God be glorified through our communities.
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