Contrary to popular belief, there are a ton of Texans who don't live in the Great State! In fact, one of the first things that made me feel so at home in D.C. was meeting all the displaced Lonestars at Capitol Hill Baptist Church. My first Sunday, Greg Gilbert preached on Psalm 20. I met him afterward and learned that he was a Texan. One of many sweet connections that God had in store for me in this place.
A couple weeks ago I went to a friend's party celebrating Texas's 175th year of independence!
Absolutely hilarious. Here are a few highlights:
|Trevor and I tending to the homemade chili.|
|Table decor courtesy of friend Abigail.|
|A slice of the group, right before heading out.|
|Pioneer Woman's blackberry cobbler.|