When we arrived, we saw several cars at his house and remembered that they were having a fellowship that night. That stung a little, but we were so excited and began to share the news. She has a history of just getting emotional and nothing really happens. The smile began to leave my face. The excitement begins to drain a little, but I am still moderately enthusiastic and begin to share again with the group.
Someone changes the subject and starts a conversation about the fun they had on a jet ski.
One thing lead to another and the more we tried to share our excitement, the more the rest of those that were there said and did things that were discouraging. I drove the young people home in relative silence, flashed a fake smile and tried to encourage them again. When I got home that I night I was so discouraged. I began to question God. Lord, I just don't understand it.