Tuesday, November 24, 2009
How do you explain a soul to a three-year-old?
She nodded and humored me anyway.
Tonight Mim asked to snuggle and so cuddled on the couch between my girls she asks "How we get Grandpa's soul to heaven?"
Wow. In this day filled with playing outside, cartoons, painting, play-dough and dolly birthday parties her little mind had been turning around the conversation of this morning; trying to figure out what it all meant.
How does a soul get to heaven? I don't know. Do any of us really know?
I told her that Jesus would come and take it to heaven. That sounds reasonable.
How can someone so small ask questions so big?
Friday, November 20, 2009
These are dad's last days here with us. A few more at the most. Time is very short.
Dad's patience, kindness, and selflessness have always moved me. And all the more now. Each time I visit he is weaker, and yet his warm love still shines through the broken body - it is not a false veneer, it is true and it does not break even in his weakest state. He is a Godly man like no other I have met. I will miss him dearly and will look forward to seeing him again when my own time comes.
Today I had the honor of helping build my father's casket. Craftsman Nate Currier expertly led the project, I followed along the process as best I could. My son David also joined in. It is a day that I will remember the rest of my life, and I am thankful to have been able to help create this token for my father.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
It was Miriam's turn to camp with dad and she wanted to play in the sand, so Loon lake was the destination this weekend. We arrived to a downpour, played in the drippy sand afterward, and then enjoyed dinner in the rain. We escaped to the tent and played Hi Ho Cherry O until bed time. It rained all night, but a giant evergreen kept our tent dry.
Right after we packed camp in the morning the sun broke through and we enjoyed a good four hours on the Loon Lake beach in perfect 70+ sunny weather.
(Miriam did the sand angels without any prompting.)
(Our tunnel/bridge/wall project.)