Wheelwright is a very special place and the smallest of things there can mean the world.

My first trip last year was around Easter and it rained through the entire weekend, on the way up, during and on the way back. Long story…

I remember standing in the rain on a hill in front of a home on which we were working and having tears run down my face. I was thinking about how much I complain about what I don’t have and never stop to think about what I do have.

I’ll bet I walked that hill for 45 minutes trying to find enough signal to call my wife and tell her,”Hun, I have NOTHING on this earth to complain about. We are rich beyond measure. Please remember that.”

That place is a TRUE opportunity to show the love of Christ, get to know real people who honestly scrape by day after day amd a chance to be who we were made to be: We can be Love, Hope, Kindness, Patience… We can be Joy to those who have none.

George, keep those teens going there. I have a feeling they may be the ones keeping you going up, however. We have some great young men and women with hearts of gold. Seen them in action there.

Blessings