A Layne Post
People come with stories. 
Some will make you laugh.
Some will stir rage.
Some will make you cry.
And slowly unveiled amid warm afternoons passed under shade cloth, surrounded by giggles and cries of three little girls, they begin to unfold, these people, these stories.
And we find, not to our surprise, they are so much more than a cancer diagnosis.
And so we minister, as desperate people serving desperate people in need of Savior.
And it isn’t grandiose.
In fact, it seems small this “ministry” we do.
Sometimes it may be a morning spent at the beach, or a few new colorful skirts bought solely for pleasure.
Sometimes it is tossing bean bags into wooden holes.
Sometimes it is singing along with the strum of a guitar.
Sometimes it is sitting on tree stumps bearing souls and airing hurt.
Sometimes it is a big stinky dog catching slobbery toys thrown to-and-fro.
Sometimes it is watching television with the air conditioning on.
Sometimes is is plate of fried chicken or the cooking of comfort food.
And then in the quiet stillness found at the end of the day, we find ourselves drifting to sleep and thanking God for these stories collided into ours, and begging His smile as we try to love those He loves.
Thanks for being a part. Thanks for seeing people and loving people with us.