Walking Out

I had written at the end of May that I was going through one of the hardest seasons of my life. That season, that chapter, closed as my wife, son, and I walked out of our church for the last time Sunday.

I will miss:

• Teaching the Junior High Boys. I love their sense of humor, and their ability to be themselves. No matter how awkward. I will miss our oddball conversations that then segued into the Bible.
• Serving alongside friends in the youth group.
• Hearing my son practice his guitar, at home, in order to play on Wednesday nights.
• Attending the church my wife and I dated in, were married in, and that we dedicated Wyatt to the Lord in. So many memories.

We move forward into a future not sure where the Lord will lead.

But, I know that He is good.

That is enough.

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