lots. . .locks for love

Last summer seems a like lifetime ago. The trip to ASP seems so foggy, with only parts of that get vividly re-hashed in my brain. The complete and total fear of rolling in van with youth group kids, and the first breath I took after knowing they were all okay. What played out next no one anticipated. It was in that Appalachia emergency room with two of those same kids, and one of their parents when a suspect mass in my chest became known. Fear and disbelief were my immediate feelings. I’m still stunned by the events that played out that day, and I often forget that for the others in the van this wasn’t just any car wreck either.

Last week one of the girls in the van cut off her beautiful long auburn tresses for Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for cancer patients. I’m touched by the compassion of this young lady, and proud to know her. I have a very special love for the kids I shared that day and moment with, and I’m grateful for them all.