Moving In

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What a Week! Here are some pictures of my moving in process....MANY THANKS to the MANY Hands who helped me! Even the LITTLE ones! Note pictures....

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Monday through Sunday said…
Looks..hot! Your house looks a lot like A Pam's place in GA. :) Happy unpacking!! :)
August 24, 2008 at 7:15 AM
Sue Magee said…
Welcome to your new home. I pray that it will be a spiritual haven for you and many who come through your doors will be ministered to. I can't wait to visit!
August 24, 2008 at 2:24 PM
:..Rebekah..: said…
Yay! It's so fun to move in to a new house (after you're actually moved in). I love arranging furniture and deciding where to put everything. You're home looks so nice. Congrats!
August 25, 2008 at 2:11 AM
Mike said…
Exciting! The porch looks nice.
August 25, 2008 at 5:51 PM
Kelli 33 said…
DUDE!! You are a home owner!!! Look at you on your little porch :) Super stoked for you my friend. Hopefully, during some time off I can come visit you at your new place! Can South Carolina handle the fun??? North Carolina barely held it together! HA! Thank you so much for your prayers. I have been asking for a lot of it. Not easy living in a foreign country and I sord of did it without really knowing what it was going to be like. BUT God is good...all the time, HE is good! So I will trust Him as He provides, guides, and watches over me. I should make a rap song outta that! SHOOOT!! Alright, well much love to you my friend and we'll be in touch!
August 26, 2008 at 11:21 PM
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