My Dad and his faith
It was one of those clear, cold winter nights. Ice crystals were shimmering in the air and moon was bright. My dad woke my brothers and me up and told us to go to the patio door. In that bright, sparkly landscape, a doe and her fawn were walking across the empty field. My dad, just an average guy, turned to us and said, “look at that and tell me that there isn’t a God.”
Decades later I can still see that scene and hear my dad profess his faith in a quiet winter night.
from Barb Lind