Welcome home, son

Workmate Shari accused me of worrying like an old woman.  Pastor Craig's sermon yesterday (a home run btw) about how each of us have our 17 mile treacherous walk to Jericho spoke to me.  As I was applying the sermon to Jodie and Ma2, they pointed right back at me.

Yes, I missed Eric during his week-long mission trip to Montana.  The train ride was long.  He slept a lot yesterday.  He helped paint a house, stayed at Heart Butte elementary school, attended a Blackfeet powwow, learned of how the Blackfeet were mistreated by the white man.  He now has Facebook friends in Arizona and Minnesota.

Much more to hear of the trip.

We have a great kid.  Some day he will grow and be off to mark his wonderful mark in the world.  We will one day need to let go of Eric.  That day is not today.

Baseball playoffs this week.  If we win district, we go to state playoff next week in Corvallis.