100 years ago today, my father was born

100 years ago on this date, my father was born. He was born at home in Lewisburg, West Virginia. He was 11 years younger than his only sister. He had 2 made-up friends, Jugga and Keega because there weren't any boys his age that lived nearby.  He went to Greenbriar Military School from the time he was 6 years old through his graduation from there in 1930. His father was a home builder and his mother was a homemaker. He married my mom within a month or so of turning 36. She was 11 years younger. I was born when he was 38 and my brother was born when he was 40. He was a loving dad and faithful husband. He was a Christian. He never drank or smoked. He had a great sense of humor. He loved people. He was handsome. He was kind. He was humble. Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you!

What an Awesome Day!

This past Sunday, I was the KidsZone teacher at church, which means I didn't get to be in "Big" church. We had a family visiting  from Bosnia. I really wanted to hear them speak, as my brother's last mission, before he went to heaven, was to provide several tons of architectural glass from his company, Guardian Glass, to the war torn city of Sarajevo, Bosnia. The glass was delivered to a hospital and installed after my brother's death. A plaque was placed in David's memory outside of the hospital.in Sarajevo.  I had given the printed information about the gift of glass and my brother's written testimony to the family in our church who are close friends of the missionary family. After church, the Bosnian missionary was waiting for me as he had looked over what I had handed to his friends. He said the hospital is only 400 meters from their home church in Sarajevo!!! Not a coincidence- God's plan. Also, his father had surgery on his leg that had been injured in the war there in the early 1990's. He said, if I came to Sarajevo, he would take me to the hospital so that I could see my brother's plaque and that he would take me to the crash site in Croatia where there is also a plaque in honor of each one who died in the plane crash- all perished on April 3, 1996. I was close to tears at this point. He said, "We have a connection." I hugged him.
As I was getting in our car after church, I told my husband that I was probably going to go to Sarajevo. He asked why I thought that. I explained. My husband said that while the missionaries were preaching, he was thinking the very same thing!!!
I don't know when this trip will occur, but I do know God is in the midst of it. Thank you God for such a touching surprise.