I went to Virginia this year again with Matt and Catherine to see the Singletons/Kelderhouses/Taylors. It was great.

Their family is very unusual; they all love spending time together for days at a time. They have so much love for each other; one can’t help but feel loved just being around them. They touch me in a way that I doubt they even know about. I found myself fighting back tears multiple times while listening to their family play music together. My emotional walls broke down, and I learned things about myself.

God reaches me when I’m with them. I see the power of God’s blessing on them, and it makes me consider my own relationship with God.

A lot of the time in social situations, I try to be like a fly on the wall. Maybe I secretly feel like I have nothing to add. So it’s kind of odd when someone reaches out to me in a meaningful way that touches my heart, because I’m not used to it. When I go visit the Singletons, it feels like my spirit wakes up more than any other time. As good of friends that my group of friends is, I don’t feel the overflowing love like I do with Matt’s family.

“I never knew how empty was my soul, until it was filled.”

Matt and Catherine and I also had some really great conversations during the trips there and back. We talked about relationships and personalities and things that matter. I was able to say some things that have been on my mind for ages, and I learned things. More than anything, I enjoy connecting with another human being, and I feel like I did that this weekend. It empowers me.

It’s hard to know exactly how much and in what way you affect someone else’s life.