Best, Worst Day

 Wasn't any other Sunday... my Community Group agreed to join T and me at Dallas Life.

It was so fun to introduce them to all of our friends there.



In the middle of the service, Iris asked T if they could talk.

He knew.  HE KNEW it was over.


Watching him stress and process was utterly heartbreaking. I told him he could have Holt come and get him. He chose to stay. I told him how much I loved him. We all prayed.

We got home, and it was done.  No real reason and I think that was the most painful part.  I don't know if she just couldn't tell him why... or if she didn't know.

He left with friends.  A few hours later, he called me utterly devastated.  Driving (very unsafely btw) and I begged him to pull over and I would take an Uber to him and drive the car home. He threatened terrible things.  When he got out of the car, his very tall, very broken heart just fell into my arm.

He cried for hours, and I begged God to take it away.  he didn't.  But slowly, there were conversations about running back to the Lord, church, getting his life together.

I passed out.  My eyes burned from crying, my knees hurt from praying on the floor. I woke up to this Instagram Reel from him... I wish I could put the whole thing on here.






His sadness was so horrible, but he sent me that and God used that to bless my heart in the biggest way.

The rest of the week was horrible, but we are past that now.  Your first heartbreak is the worst. There is no doubt in my mind, he loved Iris.  They are talking this week about the "why" and I'm hoping it gives him what he needs to move on.

But I hope he always, always, always knows... I'm here.


I love you Tristan.  I'm your ride and die. Never forget that.

Love, Mom




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