Sixty-seven years ago today, my dad was born. One year ago today, he died. Its been a long year. In some ways it seems like yesterday that we even knew he was sick. Then other times it seems like its been eternity since I've gotten to see him. About 6 months ago, Gloria was dancing around in his hat and I thought, "I need to take a picture and send it to Dad." My washing machine broke a couple months later and upon noticing it was malfunctioning, my immediate thought was "I need to call Dad." It's hard realizing tha
t I still expect him to be here and I have to remember reality.
t I still expect him to be here and I have to remember reality. We're selling his house tomorrow. That's hard too. The choice was not mine, but I need to move on with my life. He's no longer concerned for his earthly investments so I'm not going to trouble my life with them anymore either. We're selling to his dear neighbor who has always been "family with a different last name" so I'm relieved and at peace with it all.
Tomorrow, I'll come home from closing and call to schedule our first adoption interview. Randy and I have felt God saying one of our children is growing in another womb, but the idea of going through the adotion process without this house issue settled once and for all was too much for me. Pressure from too many sources is like war on multiple fronts... the first to go would be my sanity. I think Dad would be fine with me releasing his house for the far greater investment of a child anyway. I look forward to holding little Abraham or Eliza in my arms. I think it could be soon too. That could just be my mother's heart comforting itself or it could be the Holy Spirit preparing me. I don't know. But I know His ways are good. His timing is perfect. His grace is more than enough. So don't be surprised if it happens quickly. Consider us pregnant, ya'll!
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nd to any that are reading this who have or had aught with my dad, I know he wasn't perfect. I know he was, same as us, a broken member of debased humanity. But I also know the legacy he left behind wasn't one of secret sins, insensitivity, and cold-hearted comments. At least not with the vast majority of the hundreds that attended his funeral and knew and loved him. He knew better than many his need for a Savior. He and I had very different theology but there was a distinct and significant Spiritual change in him in his last years. For anyone who missed that, I'm sorry. It was beautiful.
nd to any that are reading this who have or had aught with my dad, I know he wasn't perfect. I know he was, same as us, a broken member of debased humanity. But I also know the legacy he left behind wasn't one of secret sins, insensitivity, and cold-hearted comments. At least not with the vast majority of the hundreds that attended his funeral and knew and loved him. He knew better than many his need for a Savior. He and I had very different theology but there was a distinct and significant Spiritual change in him in his last years. For anyone who missed that, I'm sorry. It was beautiful. An
d I'm forever proud to be his daughter. I miss him intensely.
d I'm forever proud to be his daughter. I miss him intensely. Instead of posting pictures of him, I'll post pictures of some of his favorite people.
We're doing good, Pop. Thank you for everything you were. Thank you for enabling us to save not just one, but many children. Thank you for being well-known and well-loved. All our children will hear of your virtues. I love you forever, Pop.
