Happy Father’s Day to me. The older Grace gets, the more I understand the blessing that it is to be a father, particularly to her. And, the older she gets, the more I understand how great is my responsibility to train her in the ways of the Lord.
Today, was a wonderful day. Our family spent the afternoon at the pool. We don’t go often because it is fairly expensive. In fact, we had sticker shock, today. However, the cost was worth the joy we shared through the afternoon.
I know so many men who aren’t able (or choose not) to spend time with their children, and many of them don’t enjoy the time when they are with their children. I’m so blessed.
Grace quickly made friends with twin girls whose father is American and whose mother is Belgian. They spoke French and English and have traveled extensively throughout the world. Like them, Grace will soon be bi-lingual, and she is already pretty well traveled.
The girls splashed me, rode my back and tried to dunk me throughout the afternoon – and every moment was both a joy and a trip down memory lane. When I was young, I often went to the pool with my best friend Kenny and his grandfather; and we did the same thing to him that the girls did to me, today.
Thank you, Lord, for blessing me this day.
Since Passover starts Saturday night immediately following the end of the sabbath, the last efforts to rid the home of leaven are underway throughout the country. Most people have been cleaning their homes for the last several days, and the last ritual is to gather the final bit of leaven and take it outside to be burned. In the first photo below, you can see the bread that our neighbors were burning.
