Early Sunday morning, my dad passed through death into the glorious presence of the Lord.
His faith became sight.
And we grieve. But not without hope.
For he is Home with our Good Shepherd and King.
Truly resting.
In peace.
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Differences
Differences. In communities. At school and work. Church.
And families.
Sandpaper, at times. Irritating encounters. Opposing views getting in the way of relationships.
One day, when our kids were young, it hit me.
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Lenses
Without lenses, the world is one blurry shape after another for me.
Muted colors. Fading edges. Always a curious guess as to what they are.
And along the way, signs I cannot read.
So I move through. Blind in the blur.
