Joy has an address in all hearts
I'm not packing my computer all the way to Florida — so this is being written before we leave.
I've never been to the “Sunshine State.” And wouldn't be going now, but for our grandson's wedding. He's all of 22. I remember those newborn puffs of air against my face as I held him. That was in Alaska — my plane landing in Anchorage just five hours before the 9/11 attack. Caleb was nine days old.
He and Karly met through their work with Teen Missions International—based in Florida — leading a summer group to Honduras for faith sharing and work projects. This is a guy who once told me he wanted to live in the woods in Alaska, and be a hermit. When I reminded this world traveler (Taiwan, Australia, Malawi) of his boyhood plan, he said it still sounded like a good idea.
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