I remember climbing on my Daddy’s lap when I was a little girl.He was sitting in his chair near the fireplace, with his shelves of books on one side and his end table on the other.His newspaper was on the end table where he could eventually read it at the end of a busy, tiring day on the railroad.His Bible was also laying there within easy reach.He read his Bible often as he sat in his chair. He was always ready and willing to listen to my questions about what the Bible said about this and that, especially as I got older.
But when I was little and would climb on his lap, I remember the gentleness that he showed.In the early years he smelled of pipe tobacco and smoke…..that subtle odor that comforted me.I can still…
I'm Patty and I write about our adult son who has Epilepsy and Autism, who still lives with my husband and me, and who is a package full of many surprises and joys and challenges and TALK! Lots of talking, which creates laughter and some other reactions as well. I also write about how God shows Himself to me in everyday life.
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