What a man.

This past Sunday, Brad filled in for Pastor Hill by doing the sermon. I am in awh of God. That he would find me somehow deserving of this man. He told me that he couldn't sleep at all Saturday night because he was like a little kid on Christmas, SO excited to preach. As he was at the pulpit I was so nervous for him, don't ask me why, because God had a way with him and through him. Half way through the sermon Brad began to weep as he talked about people with no hope, no salvation. To see a grown man weep over lost people says a lot. In America we portray men as these tough macho guys, how amazing is it that God touches tough men's hearts that they would be broken over the things that God is broken over.

And so I say thanks to God for giving me a husband who loves Him soo much. A man that seeks His heart, and mine. A man who would go anywhere God wants Him to as soon as he says go. A man who should be another statistic of a product of abuse, turned into a fisher of men. A man so bold, so strong, and so compassionate, so patient because of Jesus.

I love you Brad.