Sunday our neighborhood looked like this:
Within hours our church went to work and this happened:
You know Andy means business when he busts out not one, but two giant white boards.
And somehow in the midst of this tragic season, precious, albeit it quite normal, things continued to happen.
Like field trips to Camp Dakani:
(Sadly, this is the first time my child has ever held a fishing pole.)
It seemed strange for life to just continue on as if things were normal when just a few miles from us life is at a standstill. I'm still having a hard time reconciling it to myself.
This is a messed up place we are living in. I've never been more thankful that it's not home.