I shook my brother’s hand as I rose to leave the veteran’s home, a necessary but lonely place. We both had a firm grip that we wished could last. Fifty-seven years ago, he squeezed my hand like that as the emergency room’s doctor pulled broken teeth and sewed up the face of a drunken kid. Yes, tears are falling as I type this.
I owe a lot of what I am today to him, a debt which I can never repay. How many like him have been a part of my life’s journey? I can’t calculate that, but I know my greatest debt is to my Heavenly Father.
Oh give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever!
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
I feel my Heavenly Father’s hand at times like this and am grateful. How about you? Give it some thought.
Gary