He never really felt quite at home.
He stumbled
He fumbled
He got bucked off
He prayed
He stood
He picked up
He got back on
He loved to fish…wasn’t much on catchin’
He listened—especially to a child.
He smiled when he cried.
He saw:
Big in little
God in dirty
Strength in weak
He said:
“Take yer time—you’ll get there faster”
“If you don’t quit you win”
“Just ‘cuz you can—don’t mean you should”
“Can’t clean a fish before you catch it”
“Words are powerful”
“A love filled prayer, in the hands of faith, is the strongest force on earth”
“Everybody matters”
He spelled unique—YOUnique
He lived simple, quiet and slow
When he failed, he prayed…he prayed, often.
His Hero was Jesus—which made all the difference.
He believed the nursery rhyme:
Merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream…and when you die—you truly wake.
And now—he’s truly awake.
He never really felt quite at home...until now.
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