“Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall never pass away.”
“What is it?” I asked, half asleep and undecided.
He was staring out the window, hushed.
“The world looks huge”, he said.
It was time to do what he needed to do.
He got out of bed.
I heard the shower through the wall.
Yesterday in the shower, when he suggested I come along for the ride, I could only hear the sound of my voice hushing kids through two long church services. If I stayed here, five kids could sleep a little longer. If I went, we’d have to leave in half an hour. The time was 5:58, and I couldn’t shake the lingering thought.
It was now or 7:30.
We dropped Dad off at the church around 7:45. Instead of going to the early service, he suggested we take some time to get something to eat. We’d passed a variety of little restaurants in the town of thirty-thousand, and after getting some practice with our directions and map skills, we experienced french toast and bacon at The Busy Corner cafe.
The food was good, the company even better.
We made it back for Sunday School and Church.