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Hidden Treasure

I apologize for not blogging for several days now. I've been very busy! That's college life for you, I suppose.

This past weekend was parents' weekend at Baylor. My whole family came to Waco, which was loads of fun. I enjoyed having my family in my home away from home because I got to show them why I l love living here. I believe that God has placed me in Waco at this time in my life for a specific purpose, and while I'm here, I will make the most of every opportunity I'm given, including the opportunity to explore and discover a new city.

People don't always appreciate Waco for the city that it is. From the outside, it does look a little sketchy. And I don't recommend walking the streets at night. However, Waco has many hidden gems nestled in its antique exterior. It is home to one of the best universities in Texas (of course, I may be a bit biased.) The city of Waco cares deeply for the homeless and has many opportunities for people to get involved serving through organizations like Mission Waco, the Salvation Army, and other ministry groups. It is also one of the most churches areas. You could go to a different church every Sunday for several years and still not attend all of them (there are roughly 230 churches). Cameron Park is a beautiful, complex park in the center of Waco, the suspension bridge at sunset is stunning, and the farmers' market on Saturday morning is full of fresh produce and unique food trailers.

Waco is definitely a hidden treasure in the heart of central Texas. I wouldn't trade living here and attending Baylor for anything in the world!


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