While cleaning out files I paused to look through one I had long ago labeled “correspondence.” In it, I’ve saved a copy of just about every Christmas letter we’ve sent out as well as some stationery and postcards yet to be used, and a few notes that were evidently “save-worthy”. I leafed through the letters and smiled (sometimes laughed) to myself as I read them – the scenes replaying in my mind of the years gone by with our girls, from babyhood to the teenage years. I then pulled out a letter-sized envelope addressed to us when we lived in New Mexico, our first pastorate. It was from our dear friend, Gil Stafford, professor at the seminary where John attended. I had the blessed opportunity to work for him for a short while when I was secretary for CBH, the Church of God radio program of which he was speaker. I would go to his office at the seminary once a month, take letters, go over business, then visit with him. He never made me feel like I needed to hurry away and soon became someone I would open my heart to and ask questions of, even pray with. He had so much wisdom and love for God and the Bible, was cheerful and kind every time. I’ve heard that the word “enthusiastic” comes from the Greek words “en theos” which mean “”in God” or “God within.” Gil was definitely enthusiastic.
Over the two years we worked together he became a really good friend. He and his wife Darlene, kind of adopted John and I with our three little girls. One night they had us over for dinner. We enjoyed a delicious meal and then while John and Gil chatted in the front room, Darlene took the girls and I into the den where snuggled down into comfy chairs and on the floor to watch figure skating and eat popcorn. It was such a lovely night. I’ll never forget the last day I went to see him as his secretary. Continue reading
He drove by the McDonald’s. What? Jodi, Jon and I looked at each other again and asked him, “Dad, where are you going?”
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The last few nights I’ve slept restlessly. I don’t know if it’s because our mattress is on the floor right now (we threw out our box springs in the bed bug fiasco this summer), if I’m thinking about a lot of things, or what.
So true! We tend to be goal-oriented, task-driven people focused on the end of the race as our goal when our goal should really be all the stuff in between, the day to day running, the pressing on, the scenery along that day’s path, the little moments when we see our big God at work in and through us.
Along the Narrow Path 