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Partnering

A few people have asked me if they could send with us gently used clothing or other items for the children and teens at Vera Lloyd when we depart in June for our ministry there, and I am excited about this idea!  On our visit, we learned there is Clothing Closet to keep donated clothing for youth that arrive with virtually nothing.  So, I contacted the Vera Lloyd campus director, Ray, and asked if we could bring donations with us as a way to allow our church home to partner in this new exciting ministry with us!  He was VERY excited to say the least.  I also asked him for a list of other campus needs in case anyone is interested in filling those, as well!  I am to be recieving that this week and will keep you updated.  But for now...

VERA LLOYD CLOTHING DRIVE
Youth Clothing in mint condition (like new) for ages 8-18.
I personally know I can barely wear the heck out of something before I am ready to move on from it (a weakness, for sure) but what a greater way to use the things you cannot (or don't want to) use any longer! 
If you have donations at any time, let me know and I can arrange to pick them up.

On another note, we are still accepting prayer partners to lift up this incredibly intimidating new season of our lives.  If you would like to be added to the list (that recieves our prayer letters and blog links), let me know by emailing Michael and I at mbanderson08@gmail.com

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