Trippin With Dad

The time has come to change my writing home. My plans are to move my current blog home to Wordpress.com under a different name in the coming weeks.  BUT, that said I have soooooo many Dad stories that I'd still like to share; Stories of his past that have kept me entertained my whole life that I think you will find entertaining too. So here's the thing: I will keep posting, albeit less frequently.  Feel free to subscribe to:  trippinwithdad.blogspot.com to keep up with Dad and the beautiful colorful life he led. I made a promise to him that I would make sure his grandchildren knew his story and I will do just that through the blog. So stay tuned for more trips with Dad and new trips with Sylvia and Raymond. See you in a few weeks!!

Tonight I am going to take a blog break and finally open the many cards that have come in to mark Dad's passing.  Truthfully, I hadn't the strength to look through them all.  But tonight is the night to honor those who thought so highly of us to send a card.  Much love! 

"My feet ✝️  My Mission" is the title of our evangelist Pastor Fred's new focus.  His declaration is that wherever our feet are is where our mission work should be taking place. Keeping that thought in mind reminds me that literally everywhere I go I will cross paths with people who need to see Christ in action.  We seek distant missions work for reasons that have often baffled me. I was guilty of that same thought process for years. I couldn't fathom being a missionary in my own backyard. But when you see the hungry around you every day and you ignore them to go and feed the hungry in another country then that's something to make you stop and think. When you see the lives torn apart by illicit drugs and think you can only make a difference in the lives of those devastated by natural disasters in some far off land that makes you stop and think. Serve here. Serve in your neighborhood. Serve in the next neighborhood. Serve in distant places. Just serve like Christ d

We are charting new waters Raymond and I.  We have never been here before: focused solely on God, us and family.  Honestly, I AM TERRIFIED.  Ok, that's a bit dramatic but it does feel like swimming in murky water.  We are experiencing the "empty nest syndrome" that no one really talks about right?  It's not like we can just show up at the dorm room of the loved one that's moved out or helicopter text them into utter annoyance.  Our loved one left and they aren't coming home with a bag full of dirty laundry and an empty stomach.  We have blank calendar days now and it feels disconcerting to see assignments that were once vitally important simply gone.  I walk by Dads room and half expect to see some seemingly mundane task waiting for me that I have to get done.  But nope.  There is no use for me in there anymore.  I think when we experience emptiness the natural inclination is to fill it up with SOMETHING so as not to freak out a little bit inside.  You thin