Today marks six years since Grandaddy went home to heaven. I think of him often – much more now that I’m older and full of questions. There’s so many things I would love to discuss with him about faith, life, and business. He was a pastor for more than 50 years…a man of conviction and of prayer. A leader in his church and in his community. A St. Louis Cardinals fan. A believer in reconciliation and revival. A faithful giver and one of the most generous people I’ve ever known. A lover of foreign missions and likely one of the people who helped foster a world view in my spirit…even though he never traveled outside the US.
He was one of my biggest fans – attending piano recitals, choir concerts, and graduations. We didn’t talk much on the phone, but he always called to wish me a “Happy Birthday.”
I think this picture captures who he was so perfectly. Faithful in prayer until the end. I keep this photo on my desk as a reminder to keep things in perspective. I look forward to the day when we will be reunited, and I can tell him about all of these adventures.
“What a day, glorious day, that will be…”