By: Sandra Lopez
Honk, Honk!
The familiar sound announced dad was home. It was perfect timing too. I wanted to give my green thumb another try and my father would give me the best instructions to help bloom my new set of potted flowers. I went to open the back gate to let him and his faithful truck in. There was something different in the demeanor of his usually tired face. There was more of an uneasy expression I didn’t recognize. It then occurred to me that today was a special and nerve wrecking day for him. He’d spent the last few weeks studying his bible with vigor. Today, he would be delivering his very first message and testifying of the wonderful things God has done in his life. Public speaking is never easy so I completely understood the nerves that must be shaking him up. I decided to save my flower-pot questions for another time. He quietly made his way in to the house, jumped in the shower, put on his favorite suit and splashed on a little of his signature Stetson cologne. Ready to go, he sat down at the edge of his bed, bible and notes in hand as I watched him quietly pray. It might not seem like much to others, but it was a defining day for our family. Before I set out to meet my parents at their church, I kneeled for a moment and spoke to the Almighty asking that He comfort my father on this day.
