Sunday after church Big Guy walked out of his bedroom and his arm was empty. It took my breath away. I literally gasped and started crying. All the wrist bands that you see in the picture above? They were gone from his arm. This may not seem like a big deal, but he has been wearing some of them for six years. You read that right. Six years. His youth pastor started handing out these wrist bands as part of their youth ministry. Each one had a different meaning. Each one represented a different discipleship weekend or mission trip or something special to him. For some reason, Big Guy made a decision that he wanted to wear them until he graduated high school. There have been different times that I have asked him to take them off, but he has hidden them under shirts saying, "I really want to keep them until graduation."
Sunday was that day. After senior recognition at church, graduation was officially over for him so he took them off. The end of high school. The end of youth ministry. The end of that chapter of his life.
Time for a new beginning.
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