This has been a most unusual journey. Amid the difficulty, stories which could only be the hand of God come to light. I'd like to share one of them. I am a bit hesitant though, as I never want to embarass anyone.

A couple of short years ago BJ was in love. He met a young lady at church whom he grew to express undying affection for. He was thrilled as she was a believer, was attractive, and showed interest in him. They began to share their lives over the phone, and at church. We even had dinner in her home. We had met her parents through youth ministry, and at their invitation, were attempting to get to know them better.

Not long after that, her father and I went on a mission trip together with many of our adults and youth. Her father is one of those impressive "man's man" kind of guys. He can do anything with his hands, and the results are impressive. He had an amazing work ethic, and put many of us to shame, as he would often be the first to work in the morning (by an hour or so ahead of others), and the last to finish at night (again, by an hour or so). He worked very hard at the construction aspect of the trip, and set the example that few could keep up with.

Our paths crossed many times before and since then. We certainly became friends through the process. We have been on two mission trips together, and I have the utmost respect for him. His family is precious, and have been ardent supporters through the storm.

BJ's relationship budded for quite awhile with this young lady. He had grown intensely fond of her, and began to struggle with keeping Jesus on the throne of his heart. He knew he was struggling, and wanted to do something about it. I do not know exactly how things ended, I just know they did, and both of them suffered for some time.

Her father had begun leading volunteer groups to do construction projects for us at the camp. He did a great deal of work in our home (camp owned). When BJ got ill, his family wanted to do something tangible to help. What they chose to do was a help to far more than my family. They chose to go to Highland Lakes and work in my place, whenever they could. They covered weekends and gave other staff a much needed break. They took care of our dog for a time, and helped around and in our home.

BJ and this young lady found a way to be friends in spite of the intense feelings they had, that they were no longer pursuing. I am convinced that was for the best.

After BJ passed away, they were present at his viewing and celebration. They were at our home on the day we planted his tree (his birthday). They have reached out to us in ways I am sure I am unaware of, and I cannot thank them enough!

BJ wrote about their relationship in different journal entries. I can tell you that his reflection on their time, expressed with intensity, exactly how he felt for her. Yes, he was young, but his depth was mature on more than just a spiritual level. His written display revealed with great amplitude, care and concern from the recesses of his heart.

Our Lord has been working behind the scenes throughout this time. His plans are perfect, and I do not question them. I am however, anxious to see what lies ahead. To see what He does next in their lives.

You see, my replacement at Highland Lakes is her father. When we vacate our home, they will refill it. The new occupant of BJ's room? You guessed it, and I'll bet she will not keep it grey/maroon/black.

I stand amazed at the hand of my Lord!!!

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