That Time My Father-in-Law Shot Me…
Hello, ,
I’m in a season of change right now. We had to evacuate because of Hurricane Milton, which coincided with my father-in-law in
Missouri going on hospice.
So we drove from Florida to Missouri, just in time to say our final goodbye.
A week that started with the threat of losing every possession we had on earth ended with the reality of losing a loved one instead.
And it got me thinking - why am I not more sad? Am I in shock? Maybe.
But I think it’s because, deep down, we knew - he was ready and prepared.
My father-in-law lived life in a very big way. His heart was for missions and mission work, and lots of laughter and crazy antics.
Like the time he shot at a snake next to his house and hit me instead.
(Truth is, a piece of rock ricocheted and barely scratched my leg - but you’ll forgive me for taking a bit of creative license)
He was a man who lived big and laughed a lot. If you were a missionary under his charge, you knew you could call him any time to be heard and to hear a good story in
return.
Truth be told, with him gone, the world is a safer place (joking!!! - he would totally
get that!), but also - just a bit dimmer too.
Thank you for listening to me today.
I appreciate you.
No video this week - but how about a song instead?
