I remember, so clearly, waking up the morning after Kendall died.
As my eyes could barely open, I told Scott "I had the *worst* nightmare"
He quietly replied "I had it too."
I walked into the kitchen, and the place was covered with signs of community. Napkins, paper plates, and tons of snacks for the littles.
Our community loved us so well during those days.
We felt God so real, because everyone loved us so strong.
I have that same heavy feeling this morning for sweet Matt Mosley and his family.
May we all wrap them up, and love them strong. So they can find God during their grief.
He is there. I am confident.