But this morning I miss him.
People are drawn to Dad, understandably. He listens incredibly well. With a warm smile and engaging eyes, he inspires transparent chats from complete strangers, open discussions from people he’s never seen before. I’ve seen it happen real time.
I don’t know if he knows this, but I derive a sort of healing quality from being with him. I’m OK with who I am around him. And from what my father communicates to me, it’s OK to be who I am.
The other night Lauren Hennessy, one of my favorite youngsters at church, got up on stage with her guitar and with the purest, nasally bluegrass tone sang: “’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved . . .” These are the kind of exposed lyrics that when married with it’s gaelic melody and a child’s voice, conjures the Holy Ghost. And sends chills down my spine . . . Read the full entry here.
