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#8 Billings, MT

Eric's job took us to Billings where housing and living expenses were provided through his job for 7 whole weeks. After our tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, I was so excited to see so many doors in our apartment! We had a beautiful one bedroom right in downtown Billings above an art studio in a great vintage building.

We took advantage of all Billings had to offer: We were within easy walking distance from a real Starbucks and the library. Archery lessons, indoor rock climbing, classes at the zoo, audubon society and art museum, a toddler's play yard for Kaylie, bookstores.

But my favorite part of Billings were the relationships we formed there. Seven weeks is a long time to be alone, so we were very thankful for the folks from Harvest church, and a mom I met at the library, who allowed the Lord to use them to bless us with fellowship, showed us hospitality, fed us delicious meals, and even provided a hair cut! Even Evie made some friendships that I think will be lasting. I thank God for my sisters and brothers in Christ who invested in relationships with us, for the sake of brotherly kindness, knowing we'd be gone soon.

Now about brotherly love we do not need to write to you, for you yourselves have been taught by God to love each other. And in fact, you do love all the brothers throughout Macedonia. Yet we urge you, brothers, to do so more and more. 1 Thessalonians 4:9-10

#1 - Going West
#2 - In You, O LORD, I have taken refuge
#3 - Take delight in the LORD and He will give you the desires of your heart
#4 - Let The Journey Begin
#5 - Yahweh-Yireh
#6 - for the love of money... and coffee.
#7 - Testing God
#8 - Billings, MT
#9 - who needs furniture?
#10 - The floodgates of heaven thrown open
#11 - Hardwood Floors, Terrible Neighbors, and God




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