Monday, September 29, 2008

Dear God,

I drove Dad's truck down in the pasture to  a chinquapin tree, but Dad stayed in the truck while I was picking chinquapins. The door to the truck was open and I heard my dad start to talk. I thought he was talking to me, so I turned to look at him. He was praying.. thanking God for the day and for his children and daughter-in-law. Of course, I got big ol' crocodile tears in my eyes when I heard him, but I just kept on picking the nuts off the tree. He never knew that I heard him. I get teary eyed right now just remembering it. It was a sweet moment...not one that I am likely to forget!