(To understand this blog, you must first read the one before: "Rainbows and Lollipops").

Long story short(er), Barbara was accepted and committed to this year-long recovery program. In what will be our final ride together for quite some time, we trafficked the LA freeways with conversations that allowed Hope to unfold and tears to unleash. She laid on my lap in the backseat, as we wept like babies at this God we were coming to know. Barbara explained her dreams of a land of “rainbows and lollipops—where souls will be good and people will not cry anymore.” We could confidently say we were driving her in that direction. Dropping her off felt like leaving a beloved daughter to college.

She has a long, long road ahead, but seeing the Lord’s precise care and pursuit of this heart named Barbara all week has left our faith skyrocketing. Our sister has been rescued. She has found herself on a path where “rainbows and lollipops” can welcome her Home. That is our prayer today—that this soul would find the courage and desire to surrender a horrific past and horribly challenging present to the hands of her Savior, Jesus Christ.

We remain committed to much of Barbara’s life today, including investments with her at the treatment center, as well relationships with her mom, children and even, abuser, Phillip. The days have been so surreal and caused us to question the definings of ministry, Church and the “normalities” of life on earth. Cracking the lives we’re behind on is overwhelming to say the least, but suffice it to say that even as we head back into “reality,” our lives have been radically touched by a soul in the depths of sin’s well. More so, by such a soul being reached into by the beckon of her Lord and Lover.

May the Land of rainbows and lollipops be the cry of our hearts today. Come, Lord Jesus. Come.