Here are a few of the "new normals:"
- We see poverty every day.
- We see black people every day--not always a given in Fishers.
- We take walks or bike rides most days and encounter the disparate mix of beauty and barrenness: quaint manicured homes and a homeless man sleeping under a bridge; the striking skyline of our city along the gorgeous Cultural Trail and the presence of abandoned homes and trash littering the streets.
- We shop at stores that are unfamiliar and remind me that I'm not in Fishers any more.
- We live in a one-hundred-year-old home with wide doorways, 10 foot ceilings, which creaks and sighs and has stories to tell.
- We (occasionally) still search for light switches, open the door to the closet thinking it's the bathroom, and forget which direction to turn for the microwave.
- We set an alarm when we leave and when we go to bed.
- We spend more time staying than going--welcoming people into our new home who are curious about what we're doing, interested in spiritual direction, or friends who want to see our new "digs."
- We walk about with deep joy in our hearts for how God has blessed us and for how glad we are to be on this adventure together.
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