July 16, 2008

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  The other day S was telling me that where he went for Arizona Mission was high in elevation. Which reminded me of the high desert, which reminded me of Pastor Jim, which reminded me of my Grandpa.

  
  

  I was digging through my stuff that night and chanced upon a rough draft of what I wrote for Grandpa's memorial booklet. That was 3 years ago. How interesting, I haven't seen this piece of paper since back then.

  
  

  I miss him. These few days I miss him especially much, this man of faith, our quiet Grandpa. How he spoke truth into our lives. Encouraged us in our faith. Told random jokes. He didn't speak very much after his stroke, but when he did, what authority. His prayers especially, so full of conviction of God's faithfulness. This man who walked with God 90 some years.

  
  

  I miss how he used to offer us snacks when we visited his room. He had so much! He'd say, "How can I not treat my guests?" He'd pull out one snack after another. He'd give us bags of snacks to try or he'd pour them out on his hand and hand it to us. Though some of them were stale, we'd eat them anyway and that'd make him happy. Grandma would talk to us and he'd sit there quietly watching us or laugh at our antics. Then he'd offer us more snacks… wanting us to stay longer.
  
  

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