I just want to brag for a moment. 

My brother is an awesome man of God.

He falls a lot.  We all do.  And he doesn't live inside the lines.  But he really lives.  And he really loves.  I've known ever since we were small that He was the one that God was going to use to move people.

He's like a magnet.

Everywhere we go, people love him.  And he loves people, he loves them well.

When we hang out, you never know who is going to join us.  He's not picky.  His friends are the most colorful, broken, raw people that I've met.  I fall in love with someone new every time I come home.

He's in Guatemala right now.  Loving on some children that live like adults. 

Ever since we were small, I've written him.  I just get this sense of urgency when I think of him.  I think I've always known that God was going to ask a lot of him.  And that his life was going to be large.

I didn't cry when I left for college until I had to tell him goodbye.

I found some of his letters to me this week.  I hung them on my fridge and I think I've read them every day.  He's moving next month to Austin and I've been struggling.  It will feel a little empty going home when he's not there too.  Because he's part of what makes it home.

I really hate growing up sometimes. 

Ok, Peter Pan.  Get your act together. 

Austin had better get ready.  We're a package deal and I have a feeling I'll be dropping in often.