We closed on the house in Madison this morning. I allowed myself 5 minutes to mourn what was lost. That was plenty.
Thank you all so much for all your prayers and kind inquires over these past 2 years. At each fork in the road you cheered us on and prayed, then sent cards and prayed, then prayed when we didn’t ask because you felt our silent pleading and heard our quiet sigh.
And it was all worth it. Because guess what? A wonderful young african-american guy just came to Christ last week at Taco Bell with Ben sitting beside him. I’m so glad God led us here.