I am listening to music from years ago... it's incredible how music can instantly bring back so many memories...
I'm remembering visiting Lockridge Park as a child with the family... remembering Dad's old friend Joel... remembering a rainy day and a fort that was nothing more than a pile of warped lumber... remembering Daddy's ankle popping while playing soccer, pulling up handfulls of grass while in so much pain he could not speak... remember him in a cast working with Mark Zook... remembering plastic frogs in my pockets... trapper keepers... Mother dancing to a song that she loves... swimming in the lake... Daddy surprising us one one evening and taking us to an airfield to each take individual flights with a pilot over our house... school uniforms... tea time and movies alone with Mother... Chick-Fil-A... the Bible... Hannah...
If anything is clear, it's that my life is not my own. I thank God everyday for His sovereignty. I have seen His hand in every piece of my life thus far... and am excited to see what He has around the next corner for us.
