Even though I share a lot of things with this tiny slice of the world, there's plenty I don't want people to see. Like that space between the washer and dryer, where random things pile up and you have no idea what is actually there? Or bathroom drawers where things get placed because it's the least likely place anyone else would look? For me, those places can be can be both literal and metaphorical, emotional piles building inside me that I hope no one sees. And yet we aren't called to live in a silo, alone with our drawer junk. Which is why I'm humbled and so grateful for parents and a church community that helped to literally bear my burdens this weekend and help me move. And not only that, but (literally) clean out that washer-dryer chasm and empty the junk drawers and move my too-heavy furniture with love and selflessness and joy. One of the main reasons I am still in Houston is because of my church family, a group of people who care so passionately about seeing God work and making him known that love pours out of every interaction. Seek out community like this, if you don't have it pursue God with others. And let those people into your uncomfortable places. You will be humbled to a place you've ever known, and feel more loved than you can imagine. And if you are in Houston and need that community, join ours. The beautiful thing about healthy community is that there's always room for more.