sure he knows him, but he will never know him.
he had early onset dementia by the time we got married and in the past two and a half years since then his mind has slowly gotten worse and worse.
when i think about where i come from, who makes me who i am? i immediately think of jesus and because of him i am who i am. but i learned his heart by watching my parents first truly have a heart of jesus. anyone who may read this post and know my mom and dad would affirm this without question.
they always love without bounds.
they never meet a stranger.
they would give the shirt of their back for the comfort of a stranger.
my mom has prepared meals for more people that i could even begin to count, and still says to this day she does not like to cook. i do not believe her.
i watched them have a daily quiet time.
i saw first hand my dads ragged prayer list that he had had for years and years and years that was longer than any list should be, except a prayer list, and i watched him pray over everything on that list daily. my husband making that list the day i was born.
i could go on and on, but because if them i am who i am. if i am even half the woman my mother or father is, i will have considered my life a success.
i can think of no two better humans than to come from.
and god picked me to be their daughter.
some would call that lucky, i believe i'm especially blessed.