a milestone that could wait forty years but must not

This morning my wife took two of our kids to the ferry for stage one of their week long trek to BJU. This is God’s will. It is not my will. I could keep them with me for another forty years or so.

Here is a picture of the four who were with us this summer. The picture is set in the park across the street from the house in which I grew up in Alberta. The street is the street I drove away on in 1980. My dad told me later that he knew then that I was never coming back home again. I’m not quite there yet with any of ours, but that day is coming as well.


The two we sent off today are the two uppermost on the teeter totter. This playground implement was one of the goalposts when we played football in the park. It was also second base. We had to keep the two seats on the left down when we played, none of us relished running full tilt into the raised teeter totter.

My daughter will be a junior this year. She is growing into a fine Christian lady. The picture to the left is taken on the way home from family camp this year, waiting in line at the ferry. My son took this in the mirror of my truck, with my daughter holding her favorite ‘man’, Bob the dog.

My son will be a freshman. He will be a ‘preacher boy’, having his heart stirred for the ministry for some time now. He has been preaching little messages in our services after he gives the announcements for the last two years. They will join my oldest who is already down in Greenville, preparing to start an MA in Bible. The youngest two will stay with us here at home, for a while.

The gift of fatherhood is a precious thing, granted us by the Father of all. We gratefully received, and we are willing to give back, especially in giving back to the service of the King of kings.

I suppose I’ll not get much work done today.

Regards,
Don Johnson
Jer 33.3

Comments

  1. Kent Brandenburg says

    You’re that old?!?

  2. Alas, tis true. I am ancient and decrepit, just waiting for the next generation to take over.

    Regards,
    Don Johnson
    Jer 33.3