It happened many years ago...
We had moved to northern Indiana, not far from Lake Michigan. It was the early '90's, in the dead of winter, sometime after the brown Christmas tree had been thrown out and New Year's resolutions broken.
Thirty days straight of NO sunshine. Thirty days straight of clouds, snow and dreariness. It was then I decided January was my least favorite month.
To this day I want to hibernate like the bears when the calendar turns to January. And especially this week.
Admist tears, hugs and solemn faces we said good-bye, again, to Justin. His leave is over, he's heading back to the Middle East this morning.
We would appreciate your prayers this week, not only for his parents and siblings, but for him, he was not ready to go back.
Yes, Paul in Philippians tells us to rejoice in the Lord always, still doing that, it wasn't like I didn't know this day was coming.
Just sad that we had to say good-bye again, and waiting for the sun to peak out of the clouds.