One week ago
today, I was up early, driving to a hospital to pray with a church member before
surgery. One week later, I’m up early, sitting in the stillness to pray before saying
a final earthly goodbye to my dad.
This week has been a strange
one. I’ve cried, certainly. But I’ve also felt the strength that comes from the
prayer support of so many. I’ve kept busy, not because I’m afraid of feeling
the feelings, but because I genuinely believe this is how Dad would prefer I
spend my time.
I don’t have a lot of words
today, and that’s okay. I invite you to pray with me for Mom…for strength for
this day. I invite you to pray with me for the Gospel message to be heard above
all.
Thank you, friends. I’ve not
been able to respond to messages like I would prefer, but I’m reading them all
and thankful for each one.
Ryan, Bekah,
and Lexi Grae
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