More conversations. More laughter. More time. More prayers.
Just more. For all of us.
Some days, I do not remember the children being this small. But I am sure they will remember all the times Papa prayed for them just like this.
Originally published when the only person who read my blog was my dad: August 1, 2006.
Every time my Dad parts from his grandkids, he scoops them up into his arms, one-by-one, and whispers a prayer that only God and his grandchild can hear.
For more, read "Sacred Moments" at revpapad.blogspot.com/2006/07/sacred-moments.html.
Here he is spending his moments last Sunday (in reverse chronological order):
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2 comments:
Oh, they were so little then. Your dad looks absolutely content to be with his grandkids in those pics!
I know, Melissa. They were TINY!
I think he is content whenever the kids are around. Esther-Faith was able to sneak him a couple of timbit donuts today when she and Tim visited!
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