Monday, April 09, 2012

Who am I?


Who am I?
by Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Who am I? They often tell me
I stepped from my cell’s confinement
Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,
Like a squire from his country-house.
Who am I? They often tell me
I used to speak to my warders
Freely and friendly and clearly,
As though it were mine to command.
Who am I? They also tell me
I bore the days of misfortune
Equably, smilingly, proudly,
Like one accustomed to win.

Am I then really all that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself?
Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
Struggling for breath, as though hands were
compressing my throat,
Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,
Tossing in expectation of great events,
Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,
Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?

Who am I? This or the other?
Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,
And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?
Or is something within me still like a beaten army,
Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?
Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, 0 God, I am Thine!

March 4,1946


Friday, March 23, 2012

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Vulnerability - One of the Crazy Paradoxes of Our Lives!

God is moving in powerful ways within me. He is pointing out things we need to work on together and He’s asking me hard questions that cause me to look deep into myself to answer. The questions often surprise me, as they tend to lead to answers I didn’t realize about myself and how I see the world. He is asking me to open up, see myself as He does and trust Him to grow me into the woman He wants me to be.
Yes, God has something big planned! It’s exciting and it’s terrifying and I can’t wait!
Today I was discussing vulnerability with a friend – a topic you can’t dive deep into unless you are willing to be vulnerable! We have had some similar life situations and found (not surprisingly) that we fight some similar ghosts. Ghosts we both would like to destroy. So armed with courage and determination we began to analyze this topic that can only be stood up to by entering into!
People in general tend to view vulnerability as a bad thing. Wikipedia defines it as, “the inability to withstand the effects of a hostile environment... The term can also refer to a person who lets their guard down, leaving themselves open to censure or criticism. Vulnerability refers to a person's state of being liable to succumb to manipulation, persuasion, temptation etc.”
So my friend and I began by looking at why people would want to avoid vulnerability. This was the easy part – no one wants a broken heart. We don’t want to give something to someone who may not see is as valuable. When we offer pieces of ourselves that appear to go unnoticed or unwanted we can be left feeling rejected and unworthy. Why would we want to attempt to offer such a thing again? The concussion? Don’t risk it. Toughen up. Trust only leads to pain. It is a matter of self-preservation. In this case vulnerability would appear to be something not worth spending one's self on. Instead it might be better to save one's self up only to be spent on someone who proves to be worthy of the risk. After all I am supposed to "guard (my) heart”, right? After all, it’s biblical!! (Ummm... before you hold to that know we will look at that in another posting - scripture taken out of context is not trustworthy!)
As we continued on this little analysis I began to consider what such fear of vulnerability suggests we might think of other people in general. While we are saddened when our friends tell us about past hurts that they walked through alone we are saddened – didn’t they know we would have been there to walk with them through it? Sometimes we are even angry with them, as if we somehow had a right to their pain (yes, people are silly). This suggests that we believe that we are worth to be trusted with other people’s hearts but no others are not trustworthy with ours. Oh my, how we dare to judge!
Now, what if we decide that vulnerability should be avoided at all costs? What would the world look like? Would love even be possible outside of chasing after selfish desires? No. Could you build a friendship with someone who won’t answer the question ‘how are you?’ with anything besides a ‘fine’? If there is no depth to a relationship will it endure? Probably not. If we want to ever live as anything besides hermits we need to be willing to let people in. The thing is we all have stains and dents. We are all damaged goods so why are we so very desperate to hide the fact that we’re human? Really, it is no surprise to anyone!!
It is a funny thing – I am usually quite an open person. My testimony is a tool I often use while teaching but I can struggle with sharing the same pieces of it when talking openly one on one with someone I am not mentoring. I can talk about my brokenness and struggles – after the fact. To let someone in to my snot-faced, tear-streaked brokenness in the moment is a rare thing! Yet, a few months ago while facing several difficult situations at one time there were a few people who burst in to my brokenness – and I know them well enough to know any refusal on my behalf would have meant nothing! They were going to love me, darn it! While talking with one of them after sitting most the night together with a box of Kleenex, she reminded me that being allowed into someone else’s pain is a honoring thing. The thing is I know this. I am a pastor! With this very friend I have sat on the other side of the couch refusing to leave in the face of her brokenness, instead being willing to love all the more.
I teach about how God, the Creator of the Universe, sees us with all of our faults, failures and brokenness and loves us regardless with a love so deep we can’t ever comprehend it. I believe it. I don’t doubt it and in my mind’s eye I see myself there, standing boldly before Him. Yet I curse the fact that there are still people I find myself suddenly feeling the need to impress; that I feel unworthy around. WHY??
As I sit back and think about it, these are people that I want to be able to be vulnerable with. It’s not just that I want them to think I am a good person but I want them to know me and I am not always a good person. I can play the part of a good person but in order to be vulnerable I need to not consider how I think I should be and rather just be willing to be. Man! Shouldn’t that be easier?! What a paradox – I am most likely to try to put on an act when I want to be known most honestly for who I am, which means I am not being vulnerable with the person I want to be vulnerable with. When we refuse to be vulnerable we cannot expect the other person to be and we can get nowhere! Being human is just so hard!
Stay tuned and I will let you into more of the thoughts percolating. Yes, that's right, I am going to be vulnerable in my working through of vulnerability. Is there any other way to fully understand it?? 
Wanna see a great talk on vulnerability? http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html



Sunday, February 05, 2012

Lesser Moments


I am so very relieved that I have a God who is willing to call me on my crap!
I love that, in my lesser moments, when I am not responding as the person I know I want to be, He will gently remind me that I need not be so melodramatic and offer to show me again the truth I already know.
I do hate that I will, in my lesser moments, attempt to pick a fight with God in hopes of somehow demanding that I should get my own way. I will attempt to lay out a collection of loss and failure as evidence that proves that I have somehow earned a divine blessing, thus receiving what I think should be owed.

Though I will save the real rant for another day, I often attribute this notion of entitlement to our culture’s addiction to Hollywood. Our TV shows and movies often suggest that by surviving hardships we have earned both the right to blanket ourselves in self-pity as well as divine blessings that should be paid out as we deem suitable. We have somehow bought into this idea and carried it over to real life, shaking our fists at God when things don’t play out as we may want or expect.

I wish I could say that I am above that. I’m not.

I found myself playing the self-pity game with Papa the other night. I was busy pouring out my heart, piling my sorrows on the table for Him to look at. Naturally, He is a gentleman and let me rattle on for a while (because in our lesser moments we actually like to be so melodramatic). When I was finished I turned to look up at Him with (pathetic) puppy dog eyes, waiting for some pity and He gently gave me that knowing look - the one that holds so much truth. Then He quietly slid His arm across the table, pushing all I poured out off the table to the floor where it disappeared without a sound!! Papa quietly reminded me that none of that had to exist any more; that He had wiped the pallet clean.
As much of a relief as that was I still looked to see if there may be a moment of pity to justify wrapping myself in sadness for a while longer (why do we desire to do that?!). I reminded Him that I was tired; that it has been such a long journey this past while and that I didn’t have the strength to face the battles still waiting to be fought.

(I am embarrassed as I think about this tonight: was I really saying to God – the Creator of the Universe - that I deserved to get what I want; that with it I would have the strength to do what I know He has called me to? How often do we attempt to appeal to God because we think we can inform Him of something He didn’t already know as if we were smarter than Him? Did I really expect Him to turn and say, “Gee, Shelley, you’re right! I never saw it like that before! Here, take what you want.”?)

He looked me in the eye for a moment before saying, “Of course you have the strength – you are my child! My blood runs through your veins! Don’t ever forget that!”

While I attempted to limp up to God, asking Him to pour His pity over me because I was busy feeling sorry for myself, what I deserved was a smack in the back of the head and to be put back in my place! Instead, He gently listened to my whining and responded with grace and love as He picked me up, brushed me off and renewed me with His own strength!

How amazing is that God?! Yeah, that is my God and worthy of my life!! 





For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. ~ 2 Tim. 1:7

Monday, January 16, 2012

Father, Forgive Me

Please forgive me, the ungrateful, Lord as I find myself whining to You today. Forgive me that I whine that the temperature has dropped after months of unseasonal warmth and mere days since I sat on the beach in Cuba. Thank you that I have warm cloths to protect me from the cold as I drive my warm vehicle, full of gasoline to the grocery store, that you have provided me with the means to fill my cupboards with food in a warm house with abundant space and more provisions than I will ever even use. I am the most blessed, Father and I whine in such pettiness. Please forgive me, the ungrateful, Lord.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Saint Must Walk Alone


Loneliness didn't come knocking on my door tonight. No, it forced it's way in and attacked with great heaviness. This is far from my first blog entry on such a subject and I do not pretend to think it will be my last. 
It was a rather heart-wrenching evening crying out to God, knowing He is here, crying along side me. I have no idea whatsoever how those without faith navigate grief, loneliness or sorrow! The verse placed on my heart a few months before this season of loss became a mantra echoing through me:
Though my heart and flesh my fail, God is the strength of my heart, my portion forever. (Ps. 73:26)
I know I do not have the strength on my own to walk this journey. Without Christ in the lead I am lost. I can understand that the promises of a hard life would be a deterrent to a society dead set against any sort of pain. The Bible does promise:
Anyone who wants to live all out for Christ is in for a lot of trouble; there's no getting around it. ~ 2 Tim. 3:12 (Msg)
Then Jesus went to work on his disciples. "Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You're not in the driver's seat; I am. Don't run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I'll show you how. ~ Matt. 16:24-25 (Msg)
Fortunately it does also promise that God will be with us through it:
Be strong and courageous; don't be terrified or afraid of them. For it is the LORD your God who goes with you; He will not leave you or forsake you." ~ Deut. 31:6 (HCSB)
This is my command—be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” ~ Joshua 1:9 (NLT)
I know that being willing to take on a life that can mean loneliness and hardship may seem in the least mildly crazy and at the most masochistic. Who would sign on for such a life? But for those whom Christ has placed the call so deeply inside of them to chase Him with what may seem reckless abandon there is no other choice. Is it possible to feel the breathe of the Living God on the back of your neck, to hear Him whisper your name and call you into action and choose any other life but that which He calls you to? To utter the prayer, “Oh, God, break my heart for what breaks yours.” is a terrifying thing, for He will. It means a painful life, yes, but a life richer than you can ever imagine. It means seeing what you may have been able to be blind to before – the pain, the injustice, the need but also the beauty, the wonder, the miracles He has to offer.
Though the loneliness of this evening still lingers around me, the intensity of it has lessened. I find comfort in the both in the reminder that I was promised a hard road and even more so in the promise that my God will walk it with me. Tonight A W Tozer’s The Saint Must Walk Alone brings me peace as I remember that I do not walk in vain through times of sorrow and loneliness.
 
Be on guard. Stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong. And do everything with love. ~ 1 Corinthians 16:13-14 (NLT)




The Saint Must Walk Alone ~ A W Tozer

Most of the world's great souls have been lonely. Loneliness seems to be one price the saint must pay for his saintliness.
In the morning of the world (or should we say, in that strange darkness that came soon after the dawn of man's creation), that pious soul, Enoch, walked with God and was not, for God took him; and while it is not stated in so many words, a fair inference is that Enoch walked a path quite apart from his contemporaries.
Another lonely man was Noah who, of all the antediluvians, found grace in the sight of God; and every shred of evidence points to the aloneness of his life even while surrounded by his people.
Again, Abraham had Sarah and Lot, as well as many servants and herdsmen, but who can read his story and the apostolic comment upon it without sensing instantly that he was a man "whose soul was alike a star and dwelt apart"? As far as we know not one word did God ever speak to him in the company of men. Face down he communed with his God, and the innate dignity of the man forbade that he assume this posture in the presence of others. How sweet and solemn was the scene that night of the sacrifice when he saw the lamps of fire moving between the pieces of offering. There, alone with a horror of great darkness upon him, he heard the voice of God and knew that he was a man marked for divine favor.
Moses also was a man apart. While yet attached to the court of Pharaoh he took long walks alone, and during one of these walks while far removed from the crowds he saw an Egyptian and a Hebrew fighting and came to the rescue of his countryman. After the resultant break with Egypt he dwelt in almost complete seclusion in the desert. There, while he watched his sheep alone, the wonder of the burning bush appeared to him, and later on the peak of Sinai he crouched alone to gaze in fascinated awe at the Presence, partly hidden, partly disclosed, within the cloud and fire. The prophets of pre-Christian times differed widely from each other, but one mark they bore in common was their enforced loneliness. They loved their people and gloried in the religion of the fathers, but their loyalty to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and their zeal for the welfare of the nation of Israel drove them away from the crowd and into long periods of heaviness. "I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's children," cried one and unwittingly spoke for all the rest.
Most revealing of all is the sight of that One of whom Moses and all the prophets did write, treading His lonely way to the cross. His deep loneliness was unrelieved by the presence of the multitudes.
He died alone in the darkness hidden from the sight of mortal man and no one saw Him when He arose triumphant and walked out of the tomb, though many saw Him afterward and bore witness to what they saw. There are some things too sacred for any eye but God's to look upon. The curiosity, the clamor, the well-meant but blundering effort to help can only hinder the waiting soul and make unlikely if not impossible the communication of the secret message of God to the worshiping heart.
Sometimes we react by a kind of religious reflex and repeat dutifully the proper words and phrases even though they fail to express our real feelings and lack the authenticity of personal experience. Right now is such a time. A certain conventional loyalty may lead some who hear this unfamiliar truth expressed for the first time to say brightly, "Oh, I am never lonely. Christ said, `I will never leave you nor forsake you,' and `Lo, I am with you always.' How can I be lonely when Jesus is with me?"
Now I do not want to reflect on the sincerity of any Christian soul, but this stock testimony is too neat to be real. It is obviously what the speaker thinks should be true rather than what he has proved to be true by the test of experience. This cheerful denial of loneliness proves only that the speaker has never walked with God without the support and encouragement afforded him by society. The sense of companionship which he mistakenly attributes to the presence of Christ may and probably does arise from the presence of friendly people. Always remember: you cannot carry a cross in company. Though a man were surrounded by a vast crowd, his cross is his alone and his carrying of it marks him as a man apart. Society has turned against him; otherwise he would have no cross. No one is a friend to the man with a cross. "They all forsook Him, and fled."
The pain of loneliness arises from the constitution of our nature. God made us for each other. The desire for human companionship is completely natural and right. The loneliness of the Christian results from his walk with God in an ungodly world, a walk that must often take him away from the fellowship of good Christians as well as from that of the unregenerate world. His God-given instincts cry out for companionship with others of his kind, others who can understand his longings, his aspirations, his absorption in the love of Christ; and because within his circle of friends there are so few who share inner experiences, he is forced to walk alone. The unsatisfied longings of the prophets for human understanding caused them to cry out in their complaint, and even our Lord Himself suffered in the same way.
The man who has passed on into the divine Presence in actual inner experience will not find many who understand him. A certain amount of social fellowship will of course be his as he mingles with religious persons in the regular activities of the church, but true spiritual fellowship will be hard to find. But he should not expect things to be otherwise. After all he is a stranger and a pilgrim, and the journey he takes is not on his feet but in his heart. He walks with God in the garden of his own soul - and who but God can walk there with him? He is of another spirit from the multitudes that tread the courts of the Lord's house. He has seen that of which they have only heard, and he walks among them somewhat as Zacharias walked after his return from the altar when the people whispered, "He has seen a vision."


The truly spiritual man is indeed something of an oddity. He lives not for himself but to promote the interests of Another. He seeks to persuade people to give all to his Lord and asks no portion or share for himself. He delights not to be honored but to see his Savior glorified in the eyes of men. His joy is to see his Lord promoted and himself neglected. He finds few who care to talk about that which is the supreme object of his interest, so he is often silent and preoccupied in the midst of noisy religious shoptalk. For this he earns the reputation of being dull and over-serious, so he is avoided and the gulf between him and society widens. He searches for friends upon whose garments he can detect the smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces, and finding few or none, he, like Mary of old, keeps these things in his heart.
It is this very loneliness that throws him back upon God. "When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up." His inability to find human companionship drives him to seek in God what he can find nowhere else. He learns in inner solitude what he could not have learned in the crowd - that Christ is All in All, that He is made unto us wisdom, righteousness, sanctification and redemption, that in Him we have and possess life's summum bonum.
Two things remain to be said. One, that the lonely man of whom we speak is not a haughty man, nor is he the holier-than-thou, austere saint so bitterly satirized in popular literature. He is likely to feel that he is the least of all men and is sure to blame himself for his very loneliness. He wants to share his feelings with others and to open his heart to some like-minded soul who will understand him, but the spiritual climate around him does not encourage it, so he remains silent and tells his griefs to God alone.
The second thing is that the lonely saint is not the withdrawn man who hardens himself against human suffering and spends his days contemplating the heavens. Just the opposite is true. His loneliness makes him sympathetic to the approach of the brokenhearted and the fallen and the sin-bruised. Because he is detached from the world, he is all the more able to help it. Meister Eckhart taught his followers that if they should find themselves in prayer and happen to remember that a poor widow needed food, they should break off the prayer instantly and go care for the widow. "God will not suffer you to lose anything by it," he told them. "You can take up again in prayer where you left off and the Lord will make it up to you." This is typical of the great mystics and masters of the interior life from Paul to the present day. 


The weakness of so many modern Christians is that they feel too much at home in the world. In their effort to achieve restful "adjustment" to unregenerate society they have lost their pilgrim character and become an essential part of the very moral order against which they are sent to protest. The world recognizes them and accepts them for what they are. And this is the saddest thing that can be said about them. They are not lonely, but neither are they saints.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Dear Rob


Rob,

I remember the first time you came out to the camp for your ‘interview’. You were so excited – you reminded me of a little boy looking in the window of a pet store. From the first time you interacted with us your authentic spirit was evident. There was a humility about you that welcomed people to you in an unassuming and caring way. As we were on the doorstep of having a new leader take over the camp we were, naturally, attempting to discern the type of leader you may potentially be. We had been slipped some of the information about your background and it seemed the impossible list of characteristics the board had laid out would be achieved, should you be hired and yet the humility and compassion you faced us with made the possibility seem too good to be true. I knew from the first moment you were meant to be here.

You returned to us the middle of the second last week of summer. I loved that you sought all of us out right off the bat. I was supervising Desert Island with the Sojourn crew and you joined me on the lawn. You came to me in compassion and concern as you had learned that you would be moving into my house, leaving me looking for a new roof to put over my head. I meant it when I said I wasn’t bitter; that I knew God had a plan in it and when I saw how you interacted with the community and guests of the camp, both in the summer and the time afterwards, I was even more sure that you were supposed to be there on site.

It was obvious that you had genuine love for those you interacted with. You were always willing to set aside what you were doing to focus on the people or person you were with like they were the only one in the world at the moment and there was no place else you’d rather be. I experienced it myself and saw it when you were interacting with staff, CLTDs and campers alike. The experience of being in your presence left people feeling more confident, loved and inspired for the love you faced them with. Jesus, I am sure, welcomed you home with, “Well done good, and faithful servant. You were my heart to all you met.”

I wonder if teens camp was so very inspired in part because you were present? You lived as if you had one foot in heaven and it shone through you! I remember one day in particular we were in worship and the Spirit was moving in intense ways. I couldn’t even sing, I felt so moved just to stand and pray over the room and the people present. As I stood there, arms raised, praying with everything I had, I felt hands grasp my shoulders and I knew I was being held up and supported in my prayers. When the music had stopped and I closed my prayers I turned around and you wrapped you arms around me and told me you loved me. In most situations after knowing someone such a short amount of time this would seem odd, but I knew you meant it. I knew you could see the me of me and that it was celebrated by you. You never passed by an opportunity to encourage people. It was written in every email you send and every message you left.

Your willingness to dive into all aspects of this community really meant the world to us all. A community is built on the shared stories, traditions and experiences. Around here it means laughing together, crying together and being ridiculous together. You did it all! You cherished the stories of God moments as well as the ones of humor and silliness. Being willing to join in on such silliness as the possum party and leg waxing braided you in with us.

As you came into leadership you did so gently, desiring to know both the people and the heart of the camp in order to walk with us and not to take it over. You were not afraid to make necessary changes but did so after you understood the situations, reasons and emotions behind it. It was terribly honoring. Your vision for the camp and your excitement for what we were doing and what we could become were contagious and there was more passion in this place than we have seen in a long time. I know it will continue. You left a legacy, that’s for sure!

In the days following summer I was struggling to get my feet about me and it was hard to be out at the camp after moving. You were always willing to listen and cry with me. As I was saying at the staff gathering on Thanksgiving, you were the type of person people couldn’t not tell their secrets to. I was free to share with you the pull between what I knew was truth and what I was feeling and walking through and you’d listen without telling me I was crazy. You listened to me as I laid out a ridiculous situation I was navigating that I, myself, would label as foolish had it not been me walking it! You supported me and prayed with me through it and continued to ask about it whenever we sat to connect. You offered me a place to come and set down my pack. I didn’t have to impress you, you simply asked me to come as I was, in whatever brokenness or struggle I was in. When I confessed the depth of my struggle you genuinely cared and had concern for me and not what it might mean to my ability to achieve results. I have always been a rather stubborn, independent person who tends to walk through struggles alone. You could see through that and wouldn’t let me continue without support. It meant everything to me when you said you were going to were going to hold me accountable to really caring for myself; that I had to because I had worth at the camp – and to you completely outside of the CLTD program or anything else I might take on. Though that is one of those things people are just expected to know, I really needed to hear it and I hold it close as I continue to navigate rough waters. You could see people’s hearts through whatever the momentary problem might be and would respond to that, rather than simply attempting to fix the surface issue. That is a rare thing!

How is the camp different because you joined us for the time you did? We have more hope and passion for where we can go and how we can get there. You motivated the staff team in their personal journeys to ‘get out of the boat’ and to live their lives today and now for Christ. Their excitement to chase after their calling was renewed from hearing you speak just that one time. You honored the entire team by how you interacted with us and how you were willing to join in on the silliness, showing us all how encouraging a leader could be.

I think the biggest thing you did, though, was inspire us. You inspired us to love each other deeper, to see people as Christ would. You inspired us to see the possibilities that are out there and the things that God could do through us and with us. You were excited and wanted to do the work that would be needed to achieve that greatness.

I know you were not perfect and while we celebrate all that you were to us, I know that there were areas that you struggled with as well. We weren’t together long enough to see many of your faults and the ones we have pale in comparison to all that you did so well.

How am I different? I am so honored to have had just a little time with you. Your style of leadership is commendable and I hope that I can lead with the compassion, love and genuine excitement that you modeled. Your encouragement stretched further than you’ll ever know and while I was a confident person when I met you, to be honored and embraced as I was through my both my successes and more so, my struggles built that confidence even stronger. To be around you was to be inspired and encouraged and that I was. And, though you are not here to check up on me, I will work to take care of myself and trust that you would be calling me on it if I don’t.


How are things going to change now that you’ve left us? Well, we all are aware that you left behind might shoes to fill. We are aware what we want in a leader and though we are looking for someone that matches all you brought the best we can, we have to respect the leader God brings us for whom he or she is and not who they aren’t. We need to take the passion and excitement you fanned the flames of and allow it to burn and spread to others. We will move forward knowing that you are still encouraging us to chase after God’s path, to dream big and be willing to see outside the box as to how to achieve what we feel called to.

It is so honoring to hear just how much being here at camp meant to you. Your family has told us that you were happier than you had been in a long time. We are so very honored that we were the ones who got to share your last days with you. I have no idea what we did to deserve that but I promise, we are better people for having known you, however brief!

When I watched the video of your memorial, I was moved to tears when the speaker shared the story of your dog tag. I had it made for you and had the privilege of ‘tagging’ you at your initiation. I heard you disappeared into your office right afterwards to call home and share your joy with your family who hadn’t accompanied you out, telling them about the dog tag and that you were never going to take it off. While there was consideration of leaving it with you, I feel it is the right place – with your family whom we always considered members of ours.

Today was your ‘mini memorial’ out at the camp. We wanted to come together within the community you were so excited to be a part of and share stories you would have celebrated with us. We were so happy to have your sisters there with us! I know I have used the word many times but I was truly honored to speak today. I know your strong hands were again on my shoulders and I know you would have been there, smiling at me encouraging me on through it.

Thank you, Rob, for everything. Thank you for the passion. Thank you for the laughter. Thank you for sharing the tears. Thank you most of all for the love for through it you allowed Christ to shine. We will never forget you, Horton!

Your honored friend,

Shelley