ourselves.
nothing can take away the hard work that my dad did with his hands…the lines of a great life and hard work are still there. i do miss seeing his old, rough hands but i am thankful to be able to reach across and grab his hands that are clean.
as hard as it is to admit and as hard as it is to see him there, my dad is where he needs to be. i say this because it is the place where he was at his lowest but it was also the place where jesus was able to get, and keep, his attention.
it is in that very place, in 