Spent part of the day, my dad's birthday, reading through one of my dad's prayer journals. It is a gift, and it is a struggle. I can hear his heart's cry in every page, and I see his faith and hope and love... and it makes me miss him. He was a truly precious gift.
"All the most dramatic things happen at home, from being born to being dead. What a man thinks about these things is his life: and to substitute for them a bustle of electioneering and legislation is to wander about among screens and pulleys on the wrong side of the pasteboard scenery; and never to act the play. And that play is always a miracle play; and the name of its hero is Everyman."-G.K. Chesterton, Irish Impressions