Today would have been my father’s ninety-second birthday so I’ve been thinking a lot about him this week.

One thing in particular came to my mind as I raced from one thing to another during the difficult past few days: I never saw my father rush. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall a single time when I saw him in a hurry.

Praise the Lord

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