Praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord for friends who are like family. For friends who love this crazy Hergenrader clan, even though we’re loud and silly and do things like sing guitar songs that sound like “SChk, SChk, SChk.” (A favorite of Sam’s)
Praise the Lord for friends who move in for WEEKS at a time and take care of us. In spite of the loudness and the songs and the fact our kids can be dramatic and so silly and we don’t watch TV. And we’re loud.
Praise the Lord for friends who call and text and email support and encouragement. And for friends who scour the internet for Epstein Barr research. And for friends who send medical advice and prayers.
Oh, and praise the Lord for those friends who send over meals and huge dishes filled with watermelon. And for those friends who take our kids to movies (even though they’re strange and loud and not used to TV).
Praise the Lord for helping us get by… with a little help from our friends.
