St. John's

“What’s up, dad?” Our seven year old, Sam, appeared from the otherwise quiet upstairs. It was just before dawn. I had been reflecting on the Lord’s promises while looking through pictures used two weeks earlier for a video tribute at my dad’s memorial celebration.

“Hey, when did that happen? I don’t remember this,” Sam blurted.

Realizing his confusion I just played along. “What do you mean, Sam?”

“When did we go horse back riding?”