A Chapter Ends...but the Story Continues...

The past two months, my heart has been full to bursting. In May our boys were home...not all at once, but enough for this mama’s heart to be thankful. Their visits have stirred up a flood of memories: youth group shenanigans, mission trips, praise band rehearsals, and the little church band they started with their friends...Psalm 23. Over the years they’ve poured their hearts into serving alongside us, and I can’t imagine a greater privilege than worshiping and serving the Lord shoulder to shoulder with our own children. I’ve watched them grow into men here. I’ve seen them form friendships that will last a lifetime, fall in love with young women, who are beautiful inside and out, right here in this community, and begin new lives and families that are now woven into ours. Every memory...big or small...is resurfacing like treasures pulled from a deep well: broken bones, flat tires, late-night conversations, concerts, graduations. And with each one, my heart breaks a little more ...