a branch of a faithful tree

Thoughts of faithfulness are swirling in my head tonight, after learning that my grandpa passed away in his sleep early this morning.

I'm thinking about what it takes to march out the kind of faithfulness that weaves a legacy, a story that will mean something to my children's children. I want the kind of faithfulness that will make it easier for them to believe. I don't want to live my life for me alone. I am in a line. There is a cloud, above, before me. There are those who will come after. There is a kingdom that is now. But even more...then -- with them.

My story will be told in the big moments, but mostly the small ones. Just like his.

Tonight I'm thinking about generations, the hundredth Psalm, and my grandpa. It will always make me think of him, and the faithfulness of our great, unchanging God. I'm grateful that my grandpa was the one to read those ancient words at my wedding. Legacy words. Kingdom words. I am so thankful for his faithful life.

I am thinking about those who have gone before me, lives lived in many small moments of long days in the blink-of-an-eye of a lifetime, whose love and faithfulness have made it easy for me to believe.

I am going to bind them around my neck tonight.

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{click here to read a poem he inspired in December}