The gift of Protection

Two weeks ago this Saturday, my dad went to the basement stairs to carry down a large crock-pot full of beans. When Dad got to the top step, his ankle gave out under him and he somersaulted down the wooden stairs to the concrete floor below. My mom heard the crash and went to investigate. She found her beloved moaning in a crumpled heap. I cannot describe the physical and emotional agony they experienced.

Despite my patent's youthful appearance, they are no longer young. It is a miracle from God my dad survived his tumble... Even more so, that he did not sustain any broken bones! He has bruises and sore places but no permanent damage.

Dad has a great sense of humor. He knows more silly songs and goofy jokes than any clown -- a constant delight to his grandchildren! This enjoyment for life and deep faith in God is planted very deep in my dad's soul. It is not parched by pain. I am so grateful we have more years to celebrate together!