Good night, Ohana 🤗🥱😴
I want to be sitting at Jesus's feet, learning from Him, and praising His name. How joyful that would be!

At the age of 8, Lily had already learned too much about loss.
Her parents had died in a car accident. She bounced from home to home, never staying long enough to unpack all her things.
She stopped asking questions.
Stopped hoping.
Until one day, a man walked into the group home—not in a suit, not with cameras.
Just jeans, a soft smile, and kind eyes.
It was Peyton Manning.
She didn’t know who he was.
He introduced himself simply:
“Hi, I’m Peyton. And I heard you love football and pancakes.”
She blinked. Nodded slowly.
He knelt to her level.
“Would it be okay if I came by again? Maybe next Sunday?”
He did.
Then the Sunday after that.
Then one day, he didn’t just visit.
He brought papers.
And asked:
“Would it be okay if I became your dad?”
Lily was stunned. Scared. But somehow… safe.
Over the next decade, she didn’t grow up in stadium lights—she grew up in backyards.
With waffles on Saturdays.
Study sessions.
Bike rides.
Bedtime pep talks.
She got the full Peyton Manning ...

Meme copied from a neighbor's FB posting. My response: "Tracking... along with 'thundersticks' for long distance love and group/crowd love. Yep. Love."
Aye.