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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ My Other Dad


My father-in-law went home early Sunday morning. Too early, but in God's perfect time. I said good-bye on Wednesday evening before I left town for a few days. But I didn't know that good-bye was my final earthly good-bye. He had been on hospice for just over a week and we never expected that he would go so quickly.

I have a great relationship with my own dad. I love him so much and no one could ever replace him in my heart. But, over the years, I've grown to love my father-in-law more than I ever thought possible.

He has been so good to me. And he has been a rock in some really rough times. As a matter of fact, he managed to be Jesus to me a time or two. I am so glad he is in heaven and I wouldn't wish him back for even a second. And as he taught me in his life, and through his death, I imagine he will have a few things to teach me when I see him again.

To Bob Klepfer a man who helped shape my husband into the amazing man his is, and to a man who colored my life with many memories and moments, it was a pleasure to know you, and I will see you again. I rejoice in your life and what you've meant to so many.


The House Our Dad Built


Our Dad built a house.

His foundation of choice was faith in Christ. Dad then carefully chose the building materials.

He framed it with straight and sturdy 2 x 6's of love, acceptance, forgiveness and truth.

The layout was generous, giving room for each unique person and offering safe shelter and a quiet place to belong.

Protective bricks of discipline, work ethic, loyalty and righteousness shored up the foundation.

The home was decorated with laughter, kindness, shared memories and good times.

Dad covered the house with a roof made of grace and prayer.

And then Dad signed the house over to us and gave each of us keys to all the doors.

All the while Dad built his house for us -- Jesus was building one for him.

When I see him again, I expect Dad to offer me keys to the new house and show me around, offering advice and helpful hints about my new surroundings.