Six months ago, I was leaving the Dry Bones Apartment in Denver, Colorado, when I was quickly introduced to a ponytailed teenager from Austin. I didn’t think much of it, until a few weeks later, I met him again, while eating tex-mex with his family and my roommate Daniel.
Directly after leaving, my car broke down, and I spent the next 3 days on the Brimberry’s couch while we fixed it. A few days later, they invited me to move in. That was six months ago. In the time sense then, I have eaten innumerable meals, laughed a lot, and learned a little about pottery.
Staying at the Brimberry’s has allowed me to heal up from a really rough year, establish myself in Austin, prepare for a new ministry, and–oh yeah–not have to be starving and living on the streets.
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