Sometimes my job bums me out. I imagine that at some point somebody loved this house and made it home. Probably filled it with their closest family members. Probably had their closest friends over. At some point things went wrong. I’ve spent this week literally staring into people’s broken dreams and what is left of their former selves in my neighborhood. My prayer is for healing and restoration in our hearts and that this reconciliation manifests in our community. My hope is that we can become invested in the lives of our neighbors and less invested in ourselves.


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