School was out. The warm weather had arrived, and the boys and I headed up to a friend’s house for some outside play time. While the boys all played, I had some time to relax and catch up with a dear friend. It wasn’t very often that we had the time to just sit. Most often we simply dropped our children off at each other’s house and left with a wave. But today we sat.
I have spent nearly all of my 50 years as part of the church. I first began attending church when I was quite young. My mother was saved after my dad had left her, and we began attending a local Baptist church in the area. I remember spending a significant amount of time there. It became a home and place of solace for our broken family. We met many friends who truly became like family to us. They showed us the love of Christ in very practical ways. They met physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. They opened their homes and hearts and have influenced me for the good even as an adult.
Life in the Van 