I felt like I had barged into a secret diary, leafing through pages never intended for my eyes.
The words were to his Father…
from his Father…
and yet also for his sons and daughters.
The picture has hung for decades, but the words were freshly inked since Christmas. Except they’re Ancient Words and forever words, effectual prayer and promises claimed for his boys…and knowing my father-in-law (who is really my father-in-love) it was heart’s outpouring and battle cry, intercession and outright pleading.
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Legacy and Love Letters, equal parts tribute to my
father-in-law and challenge to the rest of us.