I only spent three years with this group of people, but I fell in love with them. They became my family. I left them to move to Charlotte seven years ago. Each year, I try to visit them and they visit me. This time, we spent the weekend together. We hosted the community meal, gave away book bags, shared stories, worked on projects, ate, and hung out together. When it was time for them to go, I didn't want them to leave. I felt like saying, "Don't go! I don't want to do this alone. Stay!"
And then he said just what I needed to hear. "Helms, we are proud of you. We are praying for you a lot. You are doing good work. Don't give up. Keep on going."
Thanks, friends, for reminding me that I am not alone.