Look Back, Look On, Look Up!
Eerie. I'm writing as my father, deceased now two and a half years, whose 56th birthday would be tomorrow. I created an account in his name because I'm trying to say something. I miss him. Was listening to his God album, made after his recommitment to Jesus. It's a good album, one I think worthy of landing the opening entry for this blog. I have been thinking about reconnecting with my family. They're still here and I've been missing them. We're all in different parts of the country and the world, and we really don't talk all that often. I recently spoke with my mother on the grief that causes us. We wondered why. But it doesn't matter why it is because, at this point, it is. But what is now doesn't have to be . One thing about our family is, I would say, we are God people. Mostly, we're Jesus people but on the whole we're God people. We seek to find ourselves in the will of the God who made, makes, and loves us. The God of Abraham. An anci