Next to my desk at my office I have pictures of three important men for which I am so thankful… thankful for all they represent in my life.
One picture is my grandfather on my mom’s side of the family, Charles. It was a photo he had taken on leave in England during WWII. I look at that 18 year old version of my Papaw and it’s amazing to me how recognizable his features were even in the 85 year old version of that same man. He is one of the most honorable men that has ever lived. He loved his family, served his country, worked hard his entire life… and He loved the Lord. I know because he told me so. And long before I was even thought of by name, he dreamed of a day that he would have a grandson (I know this because I do so about one I might have some day)… and he was making a world better for me.
Another picture is of my dad, Robert. It was his induction photo upon being drafted into the War in Vietnam. I look at that 18 year old version of my dad and it’s amazing to me that even after successfully serving multiple tours in one of the most hellish conflicts our country has ever fought, he was only home about 8 years before being killed in a random motorcycle accident. He loved his family, served his country, worked hard his entire life… and He loved the Lord. I know because he told me so. And long before I was even thought of by name, he dreamed of a day that he would have a son (I know this because I did so before I had my own)… and he was making a world better for me.
The third picture is of my son. It’s an old picture. He was only about one year old. I look at that 1 year old version of my son and it’s amazing to me how now 8 years later I can still see that exact same expression on his face. He is such an amazing young man. He loves his family… even his little sister who loves to irritate him. He loves to help mommy and daddy with anything around the house – but especially when it comes to helping me fix something. He works hard at everything he does – from school to sports to chores. And he loves the Lord. I know because he told me so. And he has chosen to be baptized next Sunday at our church. And of course I get to dunk him! (I tease him that I will hold him under for 3 minutes – but really it will only be for two…) Long before he was born… he was dreamed of by a dad, and a grand-dad, and a great grand-dad and countless more generations of men before him… Grandfathers and uncles and cousins on all sides of our family dreaming… And he will do the same (I know because I was once an almost 9 year old boy)… And he will make the world better… And I am so thankful.
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