Yesterday was Dan's Birthday. I have known him for four years now. Not long, but long enough to have favorite memories.
It was a very cold October, the rain was falling steadily from the sky. In our mitten hands were cups of coco and coffee mixed. We were sitting on a vacant porch. It was just us no one else in sight, Jesse was still unseeable inside my quiet womb.
Dan was the speaker at a youth retreat and in between sessions we would come to this stoop to talk out what had happened and plan the next talk. It was exciting we were seeing people let God invade their lives. God had given us a prayer for each student there and now we were seeing it all take shape in a beautiful way.
Those talks on the stoop, watching together God bring life, is a favorite memory.
