These are the feet of my friend Cindy who I left behind in Jackson, TN. I really miss talking with her as I lay on her couch. Cindy lives in a house with her husband and a few 20 something single guys from her church. Her heart is truly a servant heart that longs for community and she always makes enough food for you to drop by unexpectantly. I know I can always count on her to have an honest conversation with me, tell me something good about myself that I didn't know, and the wear socks with her sandals.
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