Oh, this man. I sit here now and listen to him upstairs tucking our children into their beds one at a time, kissing their faces, looking them in the eye, telling them he loves them, and praying for them. He's worked long and hard today. He's been with people all week, loved them and listened to them, and has still come home everyday to love and to listen to us. Tomorrow he leaves at 5:15 am to begin a two-day, 120-mile bike ride for so very good a cause.
But he leaves believing we're most important and telling us so. We'll miss him until we are five once more.
I'm so grateful for this man. That gratitude in action looks like me tuning out the rest of the world and turning off technology to spend what's left of the evening with him.
Would you say a prayer for him and all the riders? Thanks.