“How would you like to move to Bend?” he asked.

“Sure!” I said.  Who doesn’t love Bend?  ”For what?”

“To help start a church with Brandon,” he replied.

It really was a no-brainer and, from that moment, we began praying and planning.  We won’t talk about the fact that Josh nearly missed our first marriage counseling appointment because he was surfing with Brandon.  But I suppose Brandon made up for it when he offered to abandon his post as a a groomsman and marry us when our pastor came down with a gnarly case of poison oak two days before our wedding.  Four months later, we were tucked into our brand new, low-income, two-bedroom apartment in Bend and River Rock Fellowship was born.  Brandon and Karie lived just a handful of blocks away.  Livie and Mia were still very little, and Rayna was tiny – just weeks old. Josh and I affectionately refer to that time as “the good days”.