John flew home yesterday.  The packers come Tuesday and life shifts a lot in the weeks to come.

Tonight church was scheduled for an outdoor service, but rain made us move indoors.  An ice cream truck had been scheduled, and wise leaders didn’t cancel said truck.

It made for a long period of fellowship after the service, and time for photos.

D.L. is the youth pastor at PCC and has been a friend to the four oldest Butlers (and me as well).  Hanny had just attended her first youth group last week. 

I get teary each time I see this photo, even weeks later.  My kids are who they are in part because of DL’s teaching and mentoring.

Only one of these kids was born  when we first attended 20 years ago in the summer of 2001. 

This part isn’t easy.

Noelle came to visit for the weekend.  We love her.  I hate to think how much time will pass before we see her again.

I wish to the core of my being we didn’t feel the need to flee NY as strongly as we do. 

Trusting God.  Easy to say… now we are doing it with our feet, too.