|Louis (l) and Dad (r)|
Two weeks ago Monday, Dad loaded the car and headed for Moab, Utah. Last weekend, he joined a team of men and women on a "Builders for Christ" mission trip from the Noonday Baptist Association in Marietta, GA. Some of the folks on that trip, like Louis in the photo, are mutual friends from our time of ministry and service in that association.
When I last talked to Dad, he was just outside of Denver, visiting with one of my cousins. On the return, he plans to visit with another cousin in Boulder. Like the family vacations I remember from my childhood, I think he has just more or less pulled out the map, found his destination, then selected a series of roads that looked like they might take him to interesting places along the way. He'll drive until he's ready to stop, visit family when he can, make new friends, get reacquainted with others, and find a way to serve someone else. Because, as my kids sometimes say, that's the way he rolls.
I am who I am because I am my father's son. And, that's more than ok with me. Dad is still packing a lot of living into his life. Don't think I mentioned that he'll be 79 in November? I know he's missing mom on this trip. They logged a lot of miles and ministry together. Yet, I'm grateful that he's back in the driver's seat on his own.
So, Dad... drive safely and I'll see you sometime after you get home. Have a Happy Father's Day and thanks for continuing to inspire your boys and girls, your grandchildren, and all who know you. Love you.