As I hugged her goodbye I reminded myself not to cry until after I left the apartment. In that moment it didn’t matter how mature and capable I knew she was, all I could think about was how many miles were between her apartment in Manhattan and my house in Arkansas (1,304 if you were wondering).
My friend, Jill, told me that when she struggled as a child with nightmares her mom encouraged her to read Psalm 23 and Psalm 29. Reading the 23rd Psalm made sense to me.
It’s been over 30 years, but I still remember him. His name was Rick, and he helped lead our class of Jr. High boys at church. Rick was a practical guy; he had a “use it or lose it” mentality towards things in his life.
At KLRC we have a lot of favorite traditions during our fundraiser celebration week. There’s the confetti cannons, the nerf guns, the amazing phone volunteers, the generous matching challenges from our community, and (our personal favorite) the stories! But one of our most important traditions is to begin the fundraiser week focused on prayer.
Manuel is the type of person who lights up a room. When you pair his infectious smile with his beaming excitement for sharing the good news of Christ, it’s hard not to be smiling along with him. Recently he and the group of young men he mentors visited our station for a tour.
I can’t wait to introduce you to a mom I got to meet recently. Her name is Tysha, and we have a lot in common. We’re both single moms, we both have a house full of children, and we both have a 17 year-old son.