Monday, April 3, 2017

I guess it was about 5 years ago that I visited Angel Fire, New Mexico for the first time. It was summer time but not hot & humid. Nights were cool and mornings were fabulous for running. I remember asking Jay several times that visit why we lived in Georgia. I thought it was absolutely beautiful.

I mean beautiful. Mountains that take your breath away, beautiful scenery everywhere you look. I wish I could describe it better than I am. God is evident that’s for sure.

How could God not be evident? The name of the village is Angel Fire and the surrounding mountain range is Sangria de Cristo (the blood of Christ.)  Obviously HE has a heart for this region.

We fell in love that village. We love how quaint it is, how slowly the people do life, and we see how God longs to take back that area.

Now, keep in mind. We fell in love and looked forward to many years of VISITING this area.

Fast forward to this past August we went back to visit again. It was the place I chose to celebrate my 10-year anniversary. I chose the mountains over the BEACH, y’all, it’s that gorgeous. As we were getting in the car to leave our friend that lives there said, “if you ever want to plant a church, Angel Fire would be a great place.” Pretty sure she’d said that to us before but this time it stuck in our hearts and minds.

I’d thought a lot about it but didn’t say a word to Jay. In late September Jay told me he hadn’t stopped thinking about it and had actually asked our friend what a church plant in Angel Fire would look like. This began months & months of prayer and fasting to see if this was truly something we should explore.

Our friend mentioned it to another precious lady from Angel Fire and she said “oh we have prayed for a Spirit filled church for 15 years.”

We invited our Pastor and Executive Pastor to pray alongside us. We also asked family and a few friends to join us in prayer. At this point it was distraction to us that we wanted either God to take off our hearts and minds or give us direction for the future.

We went back out to Angel Fire in December and met with 15 or so Christians who live there and meet regularly for prayer. It was a precious time. We took Gabe this trip. This was his first visit. He loved seeing snow! We shared with him that we were praying about moving there and asked him to join us in praying.

The friends we met that week agreed to fast and pray with us. We went back again in January and began to feel God confirming this may be our next step.

One confirmation was a guy Jay had never met walking up to him at the church we attended in Red River saying, “I don’t know you but I felt like I should tell you this is where you are supposed to be.” Well…ok.

Another confirmation came straight from Him. A friend asked me to do soaking prayer with her. I wasn’t completely sure what that was but I was willing. She ran to get her journal and me some paper (she brought two big sheets for me and I laughed…I wasn’t as confident as she was that I would hear!)

But we got our paper out and asked Him to speak to us. I simply asked, “Lord, what do you have for me to do in Angel Fire?”  Y’all he answered!

He told me that I could “laugh and make people feel comfortable.” He also said, “For 15 years the people of Angel Fire have prayed and for 15 years I have been training you through Teen Advisors and Young Life how to build relationships and love people to Christ.”

Without God it makes NO SENSE. There is no reason (other than the beauty) that we would want to leave our families, our beloved church, our friends and move ourselves and five year old son to a town that doesn’t even have a Chick-fil-A or Target!   Only God could call us to do this.

I have to say - Gabe has been faithful to pray and to ask us if we’ve heard anything from the Lord. One of the sweetest times we talked about it he said, “mom, I’ll move to New Mexico if God says to but I sure will miss my toys.” That sweet boy was willing to leave everything (to him… his hot wheels are everything!) to follow Him. I almost wept. Now he’s started telling people, “my parents are moving to Angel Fire but I’m not.”

Here are some other ways God has confirmed this calling for us:

He has very clearly given us Isaiah 61 for this village. We are taking a HUGE risk of faith and leaving everything we know and love to bring the truth of the Gospel to these precious people.


The Year of the Lord’s Favor
61 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
    because the Lord has anointed me
    to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
    to proclaim freedom for the captives
    and release from darkness for the prisoners,[
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to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
    and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
    and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
    a planting of the Lord
    for the display of his splendor.
They will rebuild the ancient ruins
    and restore the places long devastated;
they will renew the ruined cities
    that have been devastated for generations.
Strangers will shepherd your flocks;
    foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.
And you will be called priests of the Lord,
    you will be named ministers of our God.
You will feed on the wealth of nations,
    and in their riches you will boast.
Instead of your shame
    you will receive a double portion,
and instead of disgrace
    you will rejoice in your inheritance.
And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,
    and everlasting joy will be yours.
“For I, the Lord, love justice;
    I hate robbery and wrongdoing.
In my faithfulness I will reward my people
    and make an everlasting covenant with them.
Their descendants will be known among the nations
    and their offspring among the peoples.
All who see them will acknowledge
    that they are a people the Lord has blessed.”
10 I delight greatly in the Lord;
    my soul rejoices in my God.
For he has clothed me with garments of salvation
    and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness,
as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,
    and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up
    and a garden causes seeds to grow,
so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness
    and praise spring up before all nations.



God has given us His eyes, His heart and His hope for these people.

God has used friends, family, scripture and more tangible things to confirm our calling. Our house went under contract after being on the market for three days. Do your thing, Lord!

We had one set back that lasted less than 12 hours. But it was HARD. And the Lord gave Jay this scripture hours after our hearts were broken, “God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.” Hebrews 6:10

We went back last week and had supper again with 20 or so friends out there. It was an amazing ending to a HARD 24 hours. We ate, talked, laughed and prayed together. I know that God is at work in this tiny Village. I am so thankful that we get to be a part of what He wants to do.

We are excited. We are scared! We are nervous and we are ready!

PLEASE pray for us. Good grief we covet your prayers.

We won’t lie. We’ll also take your financial support. Just do whatever God leads you to do! (Lead on Lord!)

We’ll gladly add you to our email list for updates but we won’t be offended if you aren’t interested in that!

We plan to head out June 1. We have A LOT of furniture to sell so stay tuned for pictures!


PRAY!!!!! We love and appreciate you!

Thursday, January 5, 2017

my Ebenezer

 Daniel 3:18 has been on my heart since our Bible study yesterday.

When I arrived my heart was heavy. I knew I was dipping into something that my Spirit was saying was not a good thing. (for me.)

The past several years I’ve put on little poundage. Ok, more than a little. I was in a place of freedom that I may have taken a tad too far… freedom to have peanut butter twice a day and bites of everything that came across my path may have been a little toooooooo free. Oops.

Since August I have worked to take off a few of those extra lbs. I followed advice of really smart people who have studied the body/food/exercise, etc.  This way of “dieting” didn’t stress me out.  I simply ate my assigned macros and hoped for the best.

Sadly for me this didn’t seem to work. I ended up gaining instead of leaning out. I stuck with it hoping to see results but then the holidays rolled around and that all went out the window.

So I decided (without prayer or seeking His guidance or Jay’s) I signed myself up for a new meal plan. I found someone who is CRAZY fit and asked for help.

*Disclaimer – there is NOTHING wrong with having a meal plan. Nothing wrong with whole30 or specific meal plans for most folks….but for ME…it’s a recipe for disaster.*

We all know I have an obsessive personality when it comes to food. Let’s be real, it’s a control issue. I lived in FEAR of food for 8-10 years and was finally delivered from that foolishness (just a couple years ago.) So meal plans, etc. are not good for me. Not even for 3 days…, which is how long I followed this plan.

The devil is relentlessly calling me a quitter…even as I type.

But when I got the plan my heart/Spirit KNEW it wasn’t going to be good. I could feel myself tense up. I could see myself fearing food and ever coming off the strict plan laid before me. Yet, I went forward.

I figured it was my flesh simply not wanting to give up food when in reality it was my Sweet Father cautioning my heart.

It’s just 15 lbs. I need to lose it so it can’t be a bad thing. People diet all the time. Sure they do…

But recovering alcoholics don’t hang out in bars. People who struggle with porn don’t surround themselves with dirty magazines and websites. People who gamble don’t sit in casinos. So WHY would I surround myself with scales, measuring cups, lists of foods to “fear.”

Oh y’all. I tried. For three days I fought what I knew my Father was prompting me to stop. Finally last night through the wisdom of my husband, mom and several friends, the Holy Spirit finally got my attention.

I decided to stop the strict meal plan. Stop carrying around a cooler and carefully measured amounts of lean meats and veggies. I decided to stop eating FISH FOR BREAKFAST. That was an easy change…eww.

God has shown me that being healthy and fit is FINE. In fact that honors Him. But for me to be consumed by it...to put it as the most important thing to me…to feel the darkness of my past rise up in me…NOT honoring to Him.

I am sharing this now to hold myself accountable. He has given me complete permission to make healthy choices with food and exercise. Go right ahead and challenge myself to fast from certain things, but for the love do it with HIM as my coach.

My prayer is that this post will be my Ebenezer.

The name “Ebenezer” actually comes from the Bible. In 1 Samuel 7, during the end of the time of the judges, Israel experiences revival under the leadership of Samuel. The nation repents of their sin, destroys their idols, and begins to seek the Lord (1 Samuel 7:2–4). Samuel gathered the people at Mizpah where they confessed their sin, and Samuel offered a sacrifice on their behalf (verses 5–9).

It was during this time of repentance and renewal that the enemy attacked: “While Samuel was sacrificing the burnt offering, the Philistines drew near to engage Israel in battle” (
1 Samuel 7:10). The Israelites went out to do battle against the invaders, and God sent them supernatural help: “That day the LORD thundered with loud thunder against the Philistines and threw them into such a panic that they were routed before the Israelites” (verse 10).

Israel’s victory over the Philistines was decisive. Several cities the Philistines had captured were restored to Israel, and it was a long time before the Philistines tried to invade Israel again (
1 Samuel 7:13–14). To commemorate the divine victory, “Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer, saying, ‘Thus far the LORD has helped us’” (verse 12).

Ebenezer means “stone of help.” From then on, every time an Israelite saw the stone erected by Samuel, he would have a tangible reminder of the Lord’s power and protection. The “stone of help” marked the spot where the enemy had been routed and God’s promise to bless His repentant people had been honored. The Lord had helped them, all the way to Ebenezer.

Lord help me remember what YOU have done in my heart to bring me to freedom and wholeness in You.

I will do the best I can do make healthy life choices all while enjoying life. If I stay this size, lose weight or gain weight (ahh!) …He is still good!

18 But even if He does not, let it be known to you, O king, that we are not going to serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up!” Daniel 3:18


Tuesday, August 30, 2016

nothing new, just thinking....

I haven't taken time to sit and write since April I guess. That's the last time I blogged. I should work on that.

You know how Facebook shows your "on this day" stuff as soon as you sign in? Mine for the past week have been all about college football (no surprise!) and the TA retreat.

Thinking about the TA retreat brings back so many memories! Gosh so many friendships, so many laughs, so many tears, so much truth from Big Lee, Dee Dee & Will. So much fabulous worship with Jonathan & Lisa. Oh how thankful I am for those years.

But my heart also remembers the hurt. I remember reading the "write your heart out" papers that the students fill out anonymously before the retreat. Wow. I remember reading about divorced parents, affairs, deaths, self-esteem issues, drugs/alcohol, thoughts of suicide, bullying, sexual and physical abuse, broken hearts after losing their virginity... everything you can imagine and more.

Now anytime I see teenagers I think about their hurts. I don't just see them as high school kids...I see their struggles. I see teens often going in and out of Columbus High since it's a block from my house. And honestly when I see them I want to stop and hug them. I want to ask what is REALLY going on in their hearts and minds. I want to give them a safe place to talk, share, laugh, cry, drink a capri sun and eat granola bars.

I miss having my house full of teens. It never starts with them sharing their hurts. It starts with them being rowdy and driving me INSANE throwing trash around my house, eating french fries and drinking milkshakes and NOT GAINING A POUND ha! It begins with me constantly asking about their day, their weekend plans, their tests, their families.... and then they open up. Then you get the "real" stuff.

I'm not trying to make the teenage years seem all extra dramatic and terrible. It's certainly not! They do have a lot of fun!! I know that and love that.

But I can honestly say if I'd grown up with Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter I would've been a HOT MESS.

Can you imagine the extra pressure that puts on kids? How many likes did my picture get? How many selfies can I post today? (make it STOP!)  Who has more friends? More followers? Lord help us.

I am a grown woman and I struggle not to compare myself to other moms and women on social media so I can't imagine what it must be like for teenage girls and guys.

Comparison has always been a struggle for me. For me it has come in all sorts of ways...

I went through the "I want to be liked/popular" like her stage (dear me, that's exhausting.)

I wanted to be "as skinny as" or "the same size as" which looking back is COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS.

I wanted to be "as good as" people in ministry.

Now it's "her kid can write?!" "her son can read??"  "her kids always matches."  OR "I wish I didn't have to work..."

Lord it's always something. Thankfully the Lord works on my heart constantly. And thankfully I'm not in high school trying to deal with all this.

I don't think this post in making any sense.

Bottom line, if I could grab every teenager in town and sit them down I would say this...

Relax. Take a deep breath. Let go of the tension, stress and worry you're carrying. Let go of all the pressure you have put on yourself to be (fill in the blank) ...the coolest, prettiest, funniest, smartest, etc. Because here is the truth... You are just fine the way you are. Your Creator knew exactly what He was doing when He knit you together in your Mother's womb. I know it may not feel that way at times. I know what society tells you is pretty and you may not fit that mold. I know what this world says is successful and you may not fit that either. But HE does. He KNOWS you. He knows every hurt, every joy, every doubt. He knows that you think about at night before bed. He knows what stresses you out when you wake up and think about facing the day. He knows. And He's with you. He delights in You. These high school years will be a mixed bag! Some days will be the best ever and others will tear you down. But it's only 4 years of a whole big life! Don't make poor decisions today that will effect the rest of your life because you think it will make those stresses go away. Don't change who you are and who HE created you to be because you think you'll make more friends or be more popular. I know, I've been there, I know it really seems like doing what everyone else is doing will make life easier but in the long run....for the REST of your life (remember, this is only 4 short years) it will not make life easier.

So be you. Love Jesus. Don't be ashamed to make good choices. Don't be afraid to talk to people who are "cool enough."  Be a friend to everyone. Be nice. Don't be a mean girl. Don't be a snob. Don't be "that guy" that walks around acting like he's God's gift. Dear me. 

Keep on living a life that pleases Him. If you aren't sure what that is, ask! I'd say live a life that pleases your parents but sometimes that's not always the case. That being said....honor your parents. I always remember Lee saying "if you can't honor your parents you are going to have a hard time honoring God." (my paraphrase.)

You won't regret being kind. You won't regret giving Him your daily stress/worries. You won't regret relaxing and laughing more. You won't regret finding TRUE friends who love the Lord and seek to honor Him. 

You are enough. HE is enough. Rest sweet child. Just rest.


That's what I'd say if I could.

I'd also say something to every parent too (ahh!) maybe another day.

Love on a teenager today if you get the chance! They need it. Promise.


Wednesday, April 27, 2016

"I am not my own"

for over 10 years now i have struggled with (the nasty, sinful and vain) self-image. LONG story short it all started with a desire to lose a few pounds...

but i took it too far. i decided my worth was wrapped up in my size. i believed, truly believed, that my size determined my worth. there was a few reasons i think i believed that lie...

i'd heard MANY pastors/youth pastors and christians talk about how our character and inner beauty are what matter... (true!)

but as a young girl (well 20 something) i saw that even christian men wanted a beautiful and (what i thought was) perfect wife.

so i decided that i needed to be thin. and where i really went wrong was telling God that "i'd take this. i'd take control of this part of my life because after all He couldn't control what food i put in my mouth or how hard i exercised."

although i vividly remember Him telling me one morning while i was running that "He could give me something to complain about...He could throw my down on that sidewalk and jack me up!" (don't be hurt by that. it's how He and i communicate.)

i asked for forgiveness many years ago for telling Him i needed to be in control. but i kept picking up little pieces of my struggle over and over.

i feared gaining weight (even though at my lowest weight that is exactly what needed to happen) because i thought i meant i was a failure.

see, other than being the "funny one" i felt like i wasn't ever really known/acknowledged for much. but people noticed my weight loss. so to gain meant i wasn't good/known for anything.

we talked about the broken jar of validation i have carried around with me. being thin was never going to fill me. so no matter how hard i tried (or how thin i became) i would still feel empty. my jar was broken...

gross sin.

i know i've shared all of this before. so i'll spare any more details.

what i want you to know today is that God has SET ME FREE. and i mean it!!

last week i met with Pam (our pastors wife) and we talked through it ALL. we spent two hours talking about all the gross, embarrassing parts of this fleshy sin i've lived in.

we talked about how God used Lisa C and Jay to help me see the need to ask my body for forgiveness. we talked about the woman at the well. we talked about the scripture that says "we have been bought with a price. and we are not our own."

we laughed, i cried, we laughed, i cried. it was a beautiful hot mess.

then we prayed. during the prayer Pam asked me to see myself in the story of the woman at the well.

disclaimer: i'm not one for visions. but this was very real to me.

i saw myself lugging/dragging this broken jar towards the well. i looked PITIFUL y'all. He opened my eyes to see how pitiful i look trying to fill this place in my heart/mind with trying to be thin. every scoop of water looked to me like a long run or a workout to UA. ridiculous. because i could see the water leaking right out of my jug.and in the corner of my eye i noticed Jesus sitting there but i didn't look at him. i just began attempting to fill my broken jar. i saw the water spilling out of the cracks. and i was so worn down and pitiful.

then Pam spoke up and said "look up. look Jesus in the eye."

y'all. i lifted my head and saw the sweetest face. not an angry face. not a judgmental face. just Him. He wasn't the least bit upset with me. He simply asked (in the way He and i do...) "are you done? seriously? will you allow ME to fill you?" it was so freeing. i knew in my spirit He wasn't saying "stop running or working out." rather - let ME FILL YOU and then those things will just be overflow. they will be fun...not stressful or something you do out of putting pressure on yourself.

so i dropped that jar. y'all. i let HIM fill me with His living water. i am FULL. i am filled. i am FREE.

i wept.

Pam shared with me afterwards more about what knowing that "i am not my own" means.

you know what guys....i am NOT my own. i didn't create this body. HE did. sure, He wants me to take care of it. eat healthy and exercise but it is NOT MY OWN. it is not up to me what it looks like. He gets to decide that. HE is in control.

that has been so freeing to me! not once since thursday have i looked in the mirror with disgust. i don't grunt when i see myself. i simply say "i am not my own. i don't get to decide."

it may sound simple. it may sound silly. but i know i'm not the only one who has struggles. i am not the only one trying to fill a cracked jar.

i pray that we will all offer up our broken jars to Him and allow Him to make us whole, complete, filled with His living water. then whatever else gets poured in is just overflow :)

it is freeing to not put pressure on myself about my size. i can only do so much and then rest in what He created my body to be.

i don't walk around embarrassed or ashamed.

and when i'm tempted to be upset i simply look up...i look at His face sitting at the well and i have peace.

i pray that i will do that in every area of my life not just this nasty sin that has had its grip on me for far too long.

isn't God unbelievable? so kind. gentle. so REAL. gosh, i am thankful.

i challenge you to take a minute today and ask Him what you are lugging/dragging and trying to fill and allow Him to fill you instead. it will bring peace. i promise.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

life lately with the Lesleys

It's been a while since I've posted. Life has been busy but fun. I've learned a few things about myself and God lately. Also about Jay. I'll share those in a minute. But first, a few random thoughts...

1. stitch fix is SO much fun. but GOOD GRIEF. I can't afford to pay $46 for some blue jean shorts. so everything they sent me went back except a necklace and it was for a good cause. and since i'd already paid $20 in styling fees it only costs me $26 (extra.)  can someone join me and let's start up a stitch fix for the "less fortunate." haha.  except i'm serious. we could make big money.

2. Chick-fil-a owes me for their new coffee drink. for years now, well i should really say josh clegg gets credit, i've asked for a little splash of coffee on my ice dream in a cup (as they call it.) it makes perfect coffee ice cream. I'mma need a kick back for this idea that they are now making a killing selling.

3. I am so excited that we are actually experiencing spring in GA. thank you Lord.

4. I am in love with Ms Myrtis. We are gearing up for our big work day on her house and I'm very excited. We may not make much money for Jeeah's Hope (which is kinda sad) but we are still getting to help a very precious lady and for that i am grateful. I love talking to Myrtis. She loves the Lord and you cannot have a conversation with her without Him being mentioned. I hope I am like that now and when I'm 84.

Now, on to a few things I have learned about myself.

Everyone who reads my blog (all 10 of you) know that I have struggled with self-image/weight stuff for years. I'm NOT proud of that. I'm embarrassed and ashamed of it. But at least I'm trying to get over it?! Idk. I'm sure I am annoying Him and all of you.

But let me tell y'all what God did for me last month. I was miserable with tension in my hips. it was awful. so i blamed it on anxiety (i tend to feel my symptoms in my joints.)
I had been emailing back & forth with a very wise friend about something else and simply asked her to pray for my body. i know she prays boldly!
she responded by asking if there was anyone that i needed to forgive? when i read it my stomach dropped, which totally surprised me, and almost offended me. but i stopped and asked God to show me. so when jay got home i shared that with him and asked why that question hit me so hard...
he said i needed to ask my body to forgive me.
my body?
hmm. so we talked for a minute. i agreed i've been mistreating it for years...
later i asked him how i could work on forgiveness with my body....bc that's strange. ha
so he talked me through it. he asked what i thought my body would say to me...
wow. i bet it's pissed at me! i run it ragged, sometimes not feeding it well and then talk bad about it. heck no friend or spouse would stick around for that.
so i am working on asking my body for forgiveness AND taking steps to treat it right. i started eating more small meals throughout the day which for me is a GOOD thing. i've been eating fruit daily (which i have been afraid to do since 2001.) i have switched up what i eat. i feel free to eat different things and make myself eat more to refuel my body.
so God is challenging me to eat more (not junk food but protein & carbs that my body needs) and to stop speaking negatively about my body, and i need to be grateful for what this machine does for me daily! i am proud of how hard it works and i like that it is strong. (see, saying nice things publicly!)
y'all pray for those things in me. i know eating more sounds crazy and counterintuitive but it's what the experts say i need to do.
another thing i've had to work on is pride. i've been so embarrassed of my weight gain (15 lbs i gained taking anxiety meds y'all. not fair! if i'm gaining weight i want to EAT not take a pill!) i've been ashamed thinking that people think i've "let myself go." when reality is........NO.ONE.FREAKING.CARES.
now, i want to talk about my sweet husband for a minute. y'all know i can give him a hard time but he is truly a good man.
we had a neighbor that used to walk his dogs on our street once or twice a day. if he ever saw us out with Gabe he would stop and talk. he was always SO friendly. he would brag on Gabe and encourage us as parents. he was precious.
granted, he walked with his shirt off or unbuttoned most days! we referred to him as the shirtless guy until we learned his name was Don.
jay is VERY good at loving his neighbor, literally. i'm not very good at it. i blame my introverted side. i'm not good at small talk. i say and ask dumb questions. it's just ugly. so if you ever wonder why i'm not chatty (if you see me out) it's NOT bc i'm a snob or a jerk...i'm simply saving you the awkwardness that would inevitably happen if i tried to chat...
but jay can talk to anyone about anything for any length of time. he amazes me. (and sometimes annoys me bc i'm slowly dying on the inside while digging in my purse, texting madison or theresa for something to do or "parenting Gabe" who doesn't really need me in the moment)
he takes time to ask how people are doing and listens to the answer. (he doesn't always do that with me though....hahahaha.)
he can make weird conversations not seem weird. he can make small talk. he doesn't seem the least bit stressed in these circumstances. i need a lot of work in this area.
back to Don, jay and don got to be pretty good friends/acquaintances. it was sweet to watch. in December Don told jay that he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
we watched Don go from super strong and healthy to very thin, pale and sick. he stopped being able to walk his dogs. so sweet jay lined up neighbors and us to do it for him. it was really cute to see jay and G walking dogs. y'all know i was OUT on that job. but i did send Don notes.
the last month or so was really sad. Don would call jay, sounding pitiful, and give us an update. we would listen and be so sad for him and his girlfriend Nikki (who also has cancer.)
Jay Lesley was amazing for Don. he called him to check on him, he would stop by if he saw his car home, he would pray with him, sit with him...just whatever. i saw Jays pastors heart come out. and it was precious.
he did all that and no one ever knew. nobody knows that jay spent time walking dogs that aren't his. nobody knew that he prayed with and for a man whose last name we never knew. but i love knowing that God knows. :)
jay and G spent a lot of time with Don last Thursday. I went down on my way to a wedding shower and Don asked to see me. he was skin and bones. he looked nothing like the Don i remembered. it literally took all he had to talk but he held my hand and thanked me for praying for him and sending him notes. he said his heart could explode with gratitude for our love and encouragement. he also said i have two fine men in my life - which i completely agree with.
Jay and G went to hospice on Sunday to see Don one last time. the doctors had him drugged so he wouldn't be in any pain. G reported to me that "Don was just snoring."
Don died a couple hours after G and Jay left. it BROKE Gs heart. he wept. it broke my heart to see G so sad. but we talked to him about how happy, healthy and free Don is now and he seemed ok with it.
he has prayed for Don a couple nights this week. sweet kid.
i know i spend more time on FB making fun of jay. but he is a good, good man.
he works at his job, grad school, being an attentive and playful father, and a loving husband. he's a faithful friend, son and brother.
he seriously doesn't get mad or lose his temper. 
he is kind, gentle and hilarious.
he will eat whatever i put in front of him with a smile on his, face bless his heart.
our church is gearing up for "the church has left the building" where instead of attending a service on April 24 we do a service type project around town...
jay lesley lives "the church has left the building" and i'm proud to do life with him.
i love you jay! infinity times 1000, i win!