Sunday, August 12, 2012
SUZI: A Flour Connection
I opened the bag, and with measuring cup in hand, I plunged into the rye flour. As I did, my fingers felt the course texture of the flour, and I realized I was touching the very flour that my dad’s hand had touched almost three years before. It suddenly felt as if I had put my hand right into my dad’s. I stood frozen at that counter with my hand half covered with flour, not able to move from my spot. And, I couldn’t see anything through the tears streaming from my eyes.
Almost three years later, I still think about him every day. Some days it is still hard for me to comprehend that my dad is gone. My heart aches that Cooper won’t know him and that he never even got a glimpse of our sweet little boy.
These are the gut-wrenching difficult things of life. The things that nothing but the sweet presence of the Lord can make better. It just stinks, people. It just stinks.