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So, after two years and the initial two posts never being shown to anyone, I have finally decided to resurrect this partially developed blog.  I am going to try to make an active effort at blogging every week. And, if I suck at actually getting things written..please feel free to write impatient comments. Below I've included a couple of facebook notes I've written since getting to Arcata.  There is nothing special here.  Just some of my thoughts.  I will also be adding one for today as I have the afternoon off on this beautiful MLK state recognized holiday afternoon.  Hope your all well. 

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So, in the last two years I have developed some pretty stellar community in Eau Claire. I have been challenged and loved and encouraged. Unfortunately I do not have time to say goodbye to everyone. Truthfully, most of you are gone over breaks, celebrating Christmas or New Years and visiting family. This is ok, but...for many of you we have already said our last goodbyes and many of you did not even know it.
I am now at Humbolt State University in Northern California where I will be working as a Residence Life Coordinator. I will be there for at least a year and probably longer. I just wanted to take a few minutes to say to everyone that I appreciate you. You have made a huge difference. Your love and affection has helped push me towards pursuing God's best for me and trusting Him to be all that He says He is and I am in Him.
Nick Mahr, Tim Rodgers, Sevy Fischer, and Sam Weaver rode out with me and it was a blessed time. They took off this morning after two days of running in the Redwood forest, playing on the beach, and looking out over ocean cliffs.
I admit I am nervous and a bit hesitant to allow myself to sit in God's hands. I can feel my muscles tightening in my shoulders with the weight of the unknown sitting upon them. There is a small needle of fear buried somewhere I am trying to dislodge. I am fighting to allow my muscles to relax, to trust in His providence and graciousness, and to not take control.
I have had my moments of fear and apprehension, of loneliness, but I believe I am to be here and overall I have been comforted and excited. Feel free to check in at any time. Feel free to write or call.
Please pray for me in this transition. It will not be easy and I am trying to believe good things from God, belief for good community, favor with my staff and supervisors, and above all my willingness to love those around me as Jesus would, without hesitation. Please pray as I continue to write and see what's next for me in terms of God's plan.

Thanks, Love,
-Jordan

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