Sometimes what looks like a tiny seed of connection is the acorn God grows into a mighty oak.

I went to the doctor in 2018 for something I can’t even remember. He told me, “Your issue was nothing—but we found something else.” Then came the words no one wants to hear: “We have to assume it is follicular lymphoma.” Incurable cancer. They ran more tests, but told us we would have to wait for confirmation. So, as Trace and I were faced with someone handing me a possible death sentence, we did what any full-gospel, tongue-talkin’, faith-walkin’, devil-stompin’ couple would

He has that same quick wit, incredible curiosity, and annoying ability to know more than I do about almost every subject—a kind of Renaissance man. He’s also encouraging and accepting—one of those friends you can talk to about almost anything. He’s like a son and a brother rolled into one.