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Sometimes I get carried away with thinking I’m independent. I own my own house; I have a grown-up job; I go on solo vacations; I see movies alone. Then the 67-year-old pipes in my own house spring a leak. And water stops flowing in. And everything needs to be replaced. And I remember I am not made to be independent. I, like all of us, am made to be dependent. The past nineteen (19!) days have been the perfect reminder that I need other people. My coworkers and friends housed me and gave me a lot of grace and my parents did both those things plus helped me hire and supervise the plumber for an entire week. I’m grateful to God for the community He gives, the people who remind us we don’t want to do life alone.
We can’t do any of this alone. Thank you for being there for me.

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