In Peru, I always said I had the best job in the world. This one is pretty darn good too. We get to mix up in real lives. We are doing life with some hurt folks.
That plays out in really mundane, everyday scenarios. Like . . . going fishing.
Last week, while the girls were one spring break, I got up early one morning and took them fishing. We caught a few good sized catfish and just talked. Knowing what some of them have been through it amazes me to see them enjoy life. It’s breathtaking how Jesus fixes broken hearts. How he makes people able to smile again. He made me smile again.
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