Today marks fives years since my dad left this world and went on to be with Jesus. In many ways each passing year gets easier.
Our last picture together.
But there are some things I miss…
Lately, I’ve been missing his corny jokes. He told the worst ones… the ones that would just make you groan and roll your eyes. But his eyes would light up and he would laugh at himself. I wish I could remember more of those corny jokes. (more…)
This morning on K-Love I heard a story that captivated me, so much so that it made me late for church because I had to stop and really listen. One of the pastors from Brooklyn Tabernacle recounted this amazing story to Scott and Kelli. I found the story retold on ChristianPost.com and wanted to share it here. It is truly an amazing story of how Jesus can bring beauty from literal ashes.
Genelle Guzman-McMillan insists that it is not fear that keeps her from returning to Manhattan’s ground zero. The Port Authority employee, now also an author, says that it is the ordeal of reliving how two hijacked planes 10 years ago sent the World Trade Center crumbling, burying her co-workers and herself beneath piles of rubble. As Guzman-McMillan lay buried alive for nearly 30 hours, the screams she heard in the darkness around her soon faded away. She was alone, she thought, and could think of only one thing to do – cry out to God. (more…)
I struggle to even put into words what the last three years has been to me. While I rejoice that my dad is no longer suffering with the painful effects that Crohn’s disease can cause, that also means that I don’t get to see him until we are reunited in Heaven. But this one thing I know is true: God is ever faithful to His children.
Since the band Mercy Me sings it so well, I will let them speak for my heart: (more…)