Well, we made it home safe and sound from our Texas adventure. Ben got a picture of a bull statue in front of the Texas and American flags at an enormous truck stop, so.
I can’t really explain what this weekend was for us. Last week I was praying that God’s hand would be in this visit, that we would find friendships and mentors in all this madness, and it’s a surreal feeling when such a specific prayer is answered. That rarely happens in my experience, and I’m still not sure what He’s up to, but I’m so enjoying holding his Hand as he leads me along. It’s a safe place to be, even when where you are feels so foreign.