How have we gotten here?

This morning I can’t stop the questions from rolling through my mind…  I am tired of all these questions…

How have we gotten here?

Did we really just make arrangements for my dad’s funeral?

Am I really flying to Texas with a suit?

Seriously am I preparing to talk at my Dad’s funeral?

How do I present the gospel and keep from crying?

Why now?

I can’t wait for him to be with Jesus… When God?

Can I truly sing “It is well with my soul”?

God make it well with my soul!?!  

How do I keep my patience with people when my fuse is so short?  

God please find me faithful as I walk through this valley of shadows.  

I write this with a lump in my throat and a pain in my chest.  Please keep praying for me and my family.  My mom’s name is Sarah, and I have three sisters, Heidi, Heather, and Marcy.  We covet your prayers in this time.  We know that our dad will spend eternity in heaven worshiping God the creator of heaven and earth, of all the seen and unseen.  Yet my heart is selfish.  I want my dad back.  I want to talk with him and see him.  I want to feel his arms embrace me in a hug.  One day in eternity we will meet again!  What a day that will be…

To keep updated on my dad and all that is going on, visit our caring bridge site.  

~Peter