For some reason, today, I randomly thought about my dad. He’s not a topic that comes up very often, because I never got the chance to know him. So standing here today, at 22 years of age, in college, and working in ministry, I wonder….

I wonder would he be proud of me, his youngest child.

As his finale legacy – do I live up to all he stood for?

I hope so

Random thought, and I gaze into heaven hoping he’s gazing back at me.