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Investing in the Heart

Dear Reader,

As an American in London, one of the questions I hear frequently is "How long do you intend to stay?"  And typically I respond... "Depends on work.  Depends on life."

But every once in a while, I'm forced to make a decision where the most important factor is the answer to the question "how long am I staying here?"

I faced it at a year, when I finally hung paintings on the walls of my apartment.  I faced it at 18 months when my co-worker was moving and offered to sell me his TV, which I bought (as a favor to him, of course).  And I faced it this Thanksgiving when I realized I wanted to invite more guests than my dining table could accommodate, so I bought a folding table and more wine and water glasses.

If I'm moving back to the US soon, then these purchases are an unnecessary burden - things that must be disposed of before I can vacate my apartment.  But if I'm going to be here next Thanksgiving, and next Christmas, then they're investments in my future.

Matt 6:21 tells us "where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."  Though right now I can't give a definite answer to the question "How long do you plan to stay?" perhaps the answer is suggested by a new table and a shopping bag full of Christmas lights.

~~ LeAn


Christmas Stuff from previous years is somewhere in there....


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  1. we love you no matter where you are; it's just easier to show it when you're in the US
    Love
    Mom

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