Tomorrow, I pick up some three of my best friends at the airport and then we head to my parents lake house. I think it has been eight years since we last had this time together.
But between those eight years we have been emailing our wrestlings with God back and forth. We have prayer over marriages and pregnancies. We have mourned losses together. We have celebrated life events. We have traveled across the world to meet for each others weddings.
I cannot believe we will be sitting across the table and relaxing on couches together.