February represents many things to people. Valentines day, cold blustery weather and anticipation of spring.
It is a month that is moving beyond the holidays and well into the swing of a new year.
For most of my life that is what February always was to me anyway, until one particular February in 1993.
I guess I will need to go back a month to the end of January.
We lived in Salina, Ks. and were very busy with church planting, renovating an old house and raising four children, with one being a newborn.
On top of the church plant, hubby Rick was working a night shift job at a juvenile delinquent center. We were juggling many balls and had a very full plate of activity.
On this particular day at the end of January, our oldest child, Nicki had come home from first grade to play with friends who…
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