You Should Think "Thank You" If You're Thankful

I was reminiscing yesterday to my wife about my exploits when I was younger.  Actually, I was reminiscing about my parent's response to my exploits, always gentle, forgiving, and caring.  I was not your typical wayward preacher’s kid, I was over the edge but there was a certain wonder of it all, my parents.  In all the fall after going over the edge I never felt shamed by them nor did I feel anything other than a complete security of my place in their family.  I often marvel at how these two only children, from such disparate backgrounds, could have become such remarkable parents.  Only God can account for it.  One of the results of this is, not only have I always felt my parents to be the greatest hero’s, I have also longed to know God in the way they do/did.  When someone is so wayward and living in rejection of all that another stands for and that other can allow that person to feel such ongoing and persistent gentle care and forgiveness, you never get over it.  That was my introduction to Jesus in whom is the perfection of what my parents modeled and to Whom they always laid my glory for them at His Worthy Feet.  

My mom and dad, my sister Tressella and brother PR, and me 
in my mom's arms, the way I always feel.