Father’s Day

I had a wonderful Father’s Day with my father. My 2 sisters were here as well as my brother Franklin. My brother, Ned, was with is father in law.

Daddy was so thrilled to have four of us together. Instead of going to church, Anne and I watched Dr. Wilton’s service from Spartanburg – that is Daddy’s church and so we three “attended” together.

Anne prepared a big roast dinner with all the trimmings. Especially the Southern string beans. I haven’t had those for years – I am not sure they have much food value – made with sugar and bacon and cooked for hours – but they are delicious and were a staple at family gatherings.

It was a wonderful day. Lots of memories to file away for a rainy day.

We have had terrific thunderstorms! And it’s been quite cool in the mountains. I go to Dallas tomorrow where it is HOT!

I’ve been thinking about grace. Most of us have heard the definition, “God’s riches at Christ’s expense”. That is what He gives us…But it is also Who He is. We love to ask for and receive grace but it is difficult to give grace to someone who has wounded us. But if we keep receiving grace day after day and not giving it out we will soon become stagnant. Grace is something we must pass on. And when we do, wonderful things happen.

My precious father is a man of great grace. He has shown me so much grace over the years – it changed my life. No matter how badly I messed up he gave me grace and unconditional love. And he makes each of us feel as if we are his favorite! (I know