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Stephen Smith

 



I first met Stephen in 1996. I was home from China for 6 weeks during the summer and came to Garner where my sister and brother-in-law were working as the Associate/Youth pastor. He was graduating from high school and considering attending Bible College. His parents had some valid reservations and we spent some time talking about respecting our parents even when we disagreed with them. I was impressed with his attitude. It wasn't one I often saw in people his age.

Two years later I was moving to Garner to make sure Bobby (who I met the following summer) was as real in person as he was in emails. Not long after our engagement Stephen and I met at the McDonalds near church so we could talk. He had something he wanted to pray about...two somethings actually. One was he had met someone and was thinking she might be "the one". He wanted people praying that he would make both a wise head and heart decision. I'll never forget how his entire face lit up as he talked about Amy.

Stephen's older sister Lynn is near my age, and I hurt for both her and Amy. I've prayed for his parents and children too, but Amy and Lynn are the ones who have come to mind so much these past few weeks.

Tomorrow and Sunday will not be easy days for them.





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