The Woodson Center Mourns the Passing of Founder and President Robert L. Woodson, Sr. - A visionary leader whose life's work transformed communities from the inside out.
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Le refuge nous a dit que le berger allemand avait arrêté de manger après la mort de son maître.
Pendant presque deux semaines, il a à peine touché à sa nourriture, sauf quand quelqu’un s’asseyait à côté de lui. Et même là, il ne prenait que quelques bouchées avant de retourner se coucher dans le coin de son box, la tête contre le mur.
Il s’appelait Duke.
Il avait sept ans et avait passé toute sa vie avec un seul homme — un pompier à la retraite qui, apparemment, l’emmenait partout avec lui : cafés du matin, sorties de pêche, trajets du soir vitres baissées.
Puis un jour, cet homme n’est jamais rentré de l’hôpital.
Et Duke n’a jamais compris pourquoi.
Quand nous avons visité le refuge, le personnel nous a prévenus qu’il ne créerait probablement plus de lien facilement. Ils disaient qu’il ignorait la plupart des gens et ne regardait même plus les hommes.
Mais quand mon père est passé devant son box, Duke s’est lentement levé pour la première fois de l’après-midi.
Pas excité.
Pas agité.
Juste curieux.
Mon père s’est agenouillé doucement et a dit :
« Hé, mon grand… toi aussi tu as perdu ton humain ? »
Duke s’est approché et a posé sa grosse tête contre la poitrine de mon père.
Personne dans la pièce n’a dit un mot après ça.
Nous l’avons ramené à la maison le lendemain matin.
Les premiers jours ont été douloureux d’une façon à laquelle je ne m’attendais pas. Duke errait la nuit de pièce en pièce, comme s’il cherchait quelqu’un. Parfois, il restait assis des heures devant la porte d’entrée, à la fixer en silence.
Mais mon père comprenait le deuil mieux que la plupart des gens.
Après avoir perdu ma mère deux ans plus tôt, il y avait aussi des jours où il parlait à peine.
Alors chaque soir, il s’est mis à s’asseoir sur le porche avec Duke à côté de lui.
Pas de télévision.
Pas de téléphone.
Juste le silence.
Deux êtres en deuil apprenant à continuer d’exister.
Puis la semaine dernière, quelque chose s’est produit qui m’a complètement brisé le cœur.
Je me suis réveillé(e) vers le lever du soleil et j’ai trouvé mon père endormi dans le fauteuil du porche, une couverture sur les genoux.
Et Duke était allongé de tout son long sur ses pieds, complètement détendu, ronflant doucement dans son sommeil pendant que la main de mon père reposait délicatement sur son dos.
Pour la première fois depuis la mort de maman, mon père avait l’air apaisé.
Et pour la première fois depuis la perte de son maître, Duke aussi.
Aujourd’hui, ils sont inséparables.
Mon père l’emmène partout.
Les cafés du matin.
Les magasins de bricolage.
Les trajets du soir, vitres baissées.
Peut-être que la guérison ne passe pas toujours par les mots.
Peut-être que parfois, elle naît quand deux cœurs brisés décident simplement de se porter l’un l’autre pendant un moment.
@pastorlocke Too many of us know this shattering loss. Our children, and we, are in His hands. He will bring us through. Our prayers surround you, as we know your searing pain. It’s a long journey but our Good Shepherd leads us on. 🙏✝️❤️
When Andrew was 6 years old, a judge decided his parents could no longer take care of him.
He was placed in foster care. His brothers and sisters were adopted, but Andrew was left alone. When he turned 10, he moved into the home of Dominique and Kevin Gill in Nashville, Tennessee.
Dominique said, “During his first week with us, he stayed in his room with the door closed, looking at old pictures. He didn’t want to talk.”
Andrew was deeply hurt and kept people away. He shouted, “Just let me move out!” But Dominique refused to give up on him. She gently told him, “We’re going to help you get better.” With time, Andrew learned to control his feelings.
Everything changed when Dominique and Kevin’s son, Joc, asked him, “Do you want to play video games?” Andrew nodded, and from that moment, a strong friendship began.
When Dominique and Kevin saw how close the boys had become, they asked Andrew a life-changing question: if he would like to be their son. Andrew burst into tears and said, “Yes. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for not giving up on me.” Every child deserves a family that truly loves them.
So in December 2025 my daughter told us she had melanoma and it had metastasized to her lung, left breast and colon, needless to say we were devastated. She had surgery for the cancer in her colon and it was successful. She started treatment for the cancer in her lung and breast and after 2 treatments the cancer shrunk from 6cm to 4cm, so we had a ray of hope. She began having issues with her hemoglobin dropping after treatments. She had to start blood transfusion to bring her numbers up, this happened after every treatment. This began to take its toll on Natalie. She would visit me at the coffee shop and began to cry and it broke my heart. We have had our church people all praying for her along with hundreds more, including friends and family. Tonight my daughter face timed me (something she never does) and she was crying, my heart almost stopped beating, I was afraid that she was about to tell us the cancer had spread. She wiped her eyes and said the doctor had sent an email to Eddy (her husband) and said he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to tell him that Natalie was 100% cancer FREE. This was incredible news. I made this post just to testify to the glory of God that miracles still happen. We give God all the glory. During the call with my daughter I could see that twinkle back in her eyes, it had not been there for several months. I am beside myself with joy and look forward to seeing her beautiful smile. I want everyone to celebrate with us and give God the glory.
Credit: Ronnie Echols via FB
@KatTimpf We are so sorry. I gasped as Greg G read this on air. It took me back to a hot July afternoon-we got a call that my adored Dad was gone after feeling sick, mowing on a hot, humid KS day. He was 67. Kat, with time, it’ll get easier. Not better, but different. You’ll make it 🙏
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