My Three Sons

When I was a boy I use to love to wrestle and fight and play with my brother Dave. Having a brother is a priceless experience. I'm so glad my boys get to grow up knowing the joy of that kind of relationship. Sometimes it was painful and bruises on my arms were a regular occurrence.

Recently at church a single, young lady came up and gave us a commitment card saying she would support us $10 a month. The gift and the motivation behind the gift meant so much more to us than the dollar amount. Though she may not have a ton of resources, it was her way of saying that she believes in us and what we're doing. And now we know that at least once a month she will be thinking about us and praying for us.

As we've wrestled with the idea of missions and living on support, we've had to endure some pain and some bruises to our emotions and our egos. Overall though, it's been an amazing experience to watch as individuals step up and join our team of supporters. Some have given a lot, and some give a lot from what they have.

It's such a joy to watch my boys grow older and to see the relationship that is developing between them. When individuals and families give to us, no matter what the amount, we recognize it as their way of saying that they want relationship with us, and nothing could be worth more than that!