Dave cut a lot of ice with his neighbors and friends and children. And I have to say I was blown away by the generosity and love these folks shared with us, just because we are Dave's family.
These three ladies are sisters; you can tell that. When I grow up, I hope to be just like them. Such laughter and love and care they share with all of us. I'm a disciple.
It's fun being with the cousins. Everyone has his story and gray hair and maybe even a few grandchildren. But we are NOT the oldies, if you ask the oldies. And we like to hear that. At least for two days we felt like the nieces and nephews in the younger sense. It is a great feelin'.
"That's a sick picture." He declared when I posted it on family facebook.
I think it's a great picture. Don't you? He is my brother. He is also a dad and husband to a lovely family out in Idaho. And he is a preacher in the Bonner's Ferry Mennonite church. He does a great job wearing all those hats.
How about a little bragging on you, Daytan! Deal with it. You have it coming!
And here's another Praise The Lord in our lives. These two wonderful peoples were there, too. And told us some of their story.
I guess that is probably the best thing I learned this weekend. Everyone has a story and often it is packed with redemption and forgiveness, making all the difference about eternity in our hearts.
Live your story so that the rest of us get to see a clear picture of God's grace. That is what family is supposed to be all about anyway, isn't it?!