My dad has spent most of his summer helping Geoffrey and I.
He traveled from Missouri to Juneau just a few months after a traumatic injury to his leg to help me while I was on bed rest at home and in the hospital. He cared for children in my day care. He folded laundry. He cooked dinner. He finished house projects. And when we were life-flighted out of Juneau to Anchorage, dad didn't hesitate to step in and care for Eli. Dad was there for us.
During his August visit, he helped keep the house clean, fixed things, cooked, kept Eli occupied with "monies" and lended a hand wherever he was needed. This was a blessing to us once again since I spent most of that time with pneumonia. Dad stepped in right when I needed him. Not once, not twice, but over and over.
Our heavenly father does the same thing. He gives us exactly what we need over and over again.
Thank you, God, for my Dad.
4 comments:
Very nicely said...gotta get a kleenex now!
What a special blessing to have had your dad here. God is good.
I love your comparison. And Lucas looks a lot like your Dad! Love you and miss you.
Amen and Amen.
Thanks, Dave from the other side of the Grandfolks coin. Ya done Good! And ya done it Well! And often!
Betty and I are grateful to you. We also continue to thank God for that share of his blessings which have come through your hands-on ministry.
Dana, Your family has quite a treasure in your Papa Dave.
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