The Presence of God. . .
My daughter Julia (Jakub's mother) newly has email and asked that I forward her emails from the past that she had not received. I'm not sending them all out to you, but I will be posting them to my blog ~ anewcreature.blogspot.com This was originally written Sun, Aug 20, 2006 The presence of God. . . Jackie, Jakub, and I were going over to see my Mom and Fred at Americana nursing home last night. I was going to give them some pictures of mine to hang on the wall, but I needed to stop at Hobby Lobby first to get some supplies for framing and matting the pictures. As we crossed the railroad tracks by the mall, I noticed a man coming from the direction of the Goodwill thrift store. He was a black man, poorly dressed, in his late thirties or early forties, walking, kind of struggling with several very large plastic bags. It was apparent that they were very heavy and it was an effort for him to walk with them. My mind conjured up images of a father, maybe raising his children by ...