For the past couple of years, Frank and I have served a group of guys in downtown Birmingham. Part of that service is at a soup kitchen. We’ve gone with different groups over that time, but lately it’s just been us and Frank’s family. The time we spend in that kitchen has been incredible. Even when we get The Yeller (as in, yelled for ten minutes “more please”). We laugh together, get stressed out together. Numerous hams have gone in the oven. Potatoes have been boiled. Tea has been spilled. Sugar and salt have been consumed in massive quantities.

I checked the calendar for upcoming dates at the kitchen, and they don’t have any available until July. My heart cramped as I thought “Wow, that’s when we hope to leave.” I can’t think of leaving these guys. I have come to love them and be amazed by their love and deep thoughts. From Crazy Nate to Chip aka Chuck Taylor, I have no idea how I’m going to say goodbye. We haven’t told them that we’re leaving yet. Frank and I are avoiders of all goodbyes.

Please be praying for us through this process. Pray for these guys, that they will know the depths of Christ’s love for them. Pray for people to love them a million times more than we do.