It was a hard weekend. I had just found out that our friend Lucas had died as I was packing up to go. It was good to keep busy, but every spare moment was eaten up by thinking about him, and praying for his family. To add to the insanity, a seemingly young and healthy mother who was hanging out with us had a stroke and we had to call the paramedics- she ended up being taken to the helipad on the hill and helicoptered to the hospital. We were quick to address the girl's questions and fears, and we took care of what we needed to, but it was not the most pleasant camping trip.
Still God is good to me.