Every time it rains I think of my daddy. When I lived at home, we used to go outside on the front porch and just watch the rain fall, the lightning light up the sky, and listen to the loud thunder. Weve had some of our deepest heart - to - hearts about life and the gospel on that porch. Thats one of my favorite memories that I have with my daddy. I cant wait to not only get the chance to one day do that with my future kids but to have them experience that with their grandpa as well.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 21:37:32 +0000