A good friend
When I graduated from college (the first time) in ’99, I moved to Dayton, OH to take my first position as a youth pastor. In lieu of upping my salary to cover the cost of a place to live, the church arranged for me to live with a family at the church. Up for just about anything at that time, I was on board – moving across the country to a place where I knew practically no one, to live with people that I had never met.
I still remember pulling up to the house after church – everything I owned in my Toyota pickup and a small Uhaul trailer. We moved all of my stuff in, and I settled in to life with a family that I didn’t know. I spent that night watching Rush Hour and eating frozen waffles with Cheryl (their daughter) and Kate (her friend).
Over the next year we became great friends, they are an extension of my family. They were all involved in our wedding, I got the chance to be part of Cheryl’s wedding. Whenever Brad breaks his phone we have a replacement for him. They’ve walked with us through difficult times, watched our kids, cleaned up after me, supported a pretty hefty frozen waffle addiction – they truly are part of our family.
All of this is why seeing this video on YouTube last night was so difficult.
