Some happen quickly. An unexpected death, perhaps.
Some happen over the long haul. The death of a marriage.
My family suffered the long haul type of crisis. It wasn't pretty, and it wasn't easy. And it was a very long haul.
My kids found themselves with an absent father and a mom who was wounded and scared. So many things were redefined.
But they were surrounded by many who loved.
It wasn't the type of love that calls, then hangs up and forgets. It was the type of love that shows up in person, over and over again, and never forgets.
It was marathon love. And they flourished.
At 14 and 12, the girls are reeling. Their mother abandoned the family and moved in with another man. My daughter is there; she listens, she comforts, she tells them sin makes people stupid. She tells them they are important, that she knows they can make godly choices.
She shows up. She spends time. She takes dinner.
He was hired to be the new worship leader and youth pastor.
My pastor son.
His budget allowed him to buy new Bibles. He spent three hours pouring over his choices and making his selections.
He sent me a text; he's so excited about the opportunity. He's so excited about the journey he's begun.
They are the product of marathon love.
Thank you. Thank you to those who loved so long and hard.
Your love has crossed the finish line. You won.