Long time no post.

The wedding plans are moving along. We have picked out the Tuxedos and have ordered all the bridesmaids dresses. It's almost here. We are at 89 days and counting.

You know I sit here and I am trying for the life of me to think of something interesting to write about, but I got nothing.

We just came from a dinner party at my parents house and there was a person there I have known most of my life and I just keep thinking about a story he told of how he saved the life a man and his son while hiking in the Grand Canyon.
It's a really moving story and he tells it with complete modesty. He leads hiking trips all the time through there and last summer he and his crew came across a man lying in the sun with his 9 year old son sitting and just crying.

The boy told Tim -the guy who told the story- that another hiking party had just gone by and left them there. Tim said he had obviously been crying for sometime when they came accross them. Tim explained that many times when hiking out there, if you are having problems that last thing you can do is take on more problems. None the less, Tim and his group decided to help.
The dad was a paramedic and knew his vital signs were bad so he told Tim to just leave him there and get his son out. Tim told the guy that he was going to get him into some shade, cool him down and then they were going to get him out of there.
They were at the bottom of something called the Devil's Corkscrew, because of the lack of shade on the way up. So Tim point to some shade way off in the distance and told the dad, "We going to get you out of here, but your going to have to make it to that shade up there, and then you can rest again.
Then Tim strapped the dad's backpack to his, and they started up. He said that the little boy started running in circles around him and one of the other members of his team as they made their way up the hill. The little boy was just so happy that someone was helping them, he couldn't stop running around. It made Tim tired just to watch him. He said as they were going up the hill that the boy reminded him more and more of a little Robby Naylor. I said that in 20 years that he'd slow down.
Long story short, well too late for that, but here's the end. They made it. The dad, the boy, everyone. It's much more amazing to hear Tim tell it. The last thing I tell you was something the little boy told Tim. He said that when the first group left them that he started praying, and he prayed harder than he ever had before. "Harder than the time my mom told me to pray to decide what school to go too." Then the boy said that as soon as he finished his prayer, Tim and his crew came around the corner and he knew they were going to be ok.

It's really something. The nicest thing about hearing Tim tell this story was just how humble he was. Not telling it to make himself look better, just to make God look better.

Sorry if this was too preachy for any of you. It was just a moving story and I wanted to share.

See you next time.