Amen

In church this morning the youth did a skit and led a portion of the service. I found myself crying through the whole thing. Partly it was the message they were sharing but mostly it was me projecting 12 years from now when Lilly is their age and hopefully up participating herself. Maybe I'm just getting old and sappy (well I've been sappy) or maybe it's hormones... Either way, each Sunday I find myself crying in church. I find so much comfort in the service and love the music. I leaned over and whispered to Andy, "I hope Lilly finds a boy that loves Jesus" and of course the look on his face was worth a thousand words. But I mean it. I can only hope that Lilly will grow to find a church family that she draws support from and looks forward to seeing each week. I know that I have.