Random thoughts, feelings, and glimpses of a Jesus follower trudging through everyday life in this world and looking for His fingerprints.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
The work of his hands...
Dad has been working on this piece most of the year, it seems. I told him what I needed, and he designed it for me. The beauty of this pantry is hard to describe; but the value of it is absolutely beyond articulation. He poured himself into every pencil mark on the plan, and every stroke of the sandpaper. He is generous and strong and I am anchored by this symbol of his presence in our home. Thank you, Dad.
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