Clay in the Hands

This past Sunday was Father’s Day.  The plan for my family was to gather together at lunch.  I had some steaks marinating and ready for the grill and so the plan was to cook out and eat lunch together.  When I entered the church building on Sunday, it was a beautiful day.  When we exited a couple of hours later, the dirt was blowing so hard that it was difficult to see the car in front of me on the highway home – in fact, I am not so sure that I didn’t see a cow fly across the road in front of me at one point (OK, maybe that’s a stretch – but it was a nasty day).

So we altered our plan.  We all met at a local restaurant for lunch and we had the best time!  I don’t remember laughing that hard in a long time.  We sat there for over an hour just enjoying being together.  I am sure we created quite a stir in that place.  At one point I began to feel sorry for those around us because of the noise we were making and then someone said something else that brought more laughter and that feeling went away.

Thanks Jared, Ethan, Bryson (and Kristi) for making my Father’s Day grand – and memorable!

I love you all – and I cherish every minute God gives me with each of you!  I am so proud of each of you and humbled to by your dad!