My Dad LOVES coffee.
Growing up, I always saw him having a cup with his brothers or other guests. Just enough sugar, just enough milk, and just enough space left by the coffee for it to spill out of the mug when he stirred it. Coffee with breakfast, coffee with lunch, and coffee with supper. Even coffee at night when he couldn’t sleep. Hmm… I woke up again… better have some more coffee.
For Dad, coffee was a source of energy, a joyful treat, and a ceremony of friendship and affection.
I’m not a huge fan of the Beatles, but that one’s on my mind tonight. Thanks to some dear friends, our next prayer letter’ll be going out in tomorrow’s mail.
On Sunday, we’ll say goodbye to Sophiegooddoggy. We’ll walk in the yard, give her treats, and snuggle together. We’ll take some last pictures and wipe away tears, and then we’ll take her to the house we cried about leaving in August and entrust her to friends who’ll make it her home again.
Billy and I are a lot alike. We both love hamburgers, chocolate milk, and Legos, airplanes, building things (and crashing them together), rough-housing and tickles, and telling Sophie what a good dog she is.
We’re also different in some ways. Continue reading →
I try to grow in my faith and understanding, to follow Jesus ever more closely, and to speak only things that uplift, inspire, inform, or amuse.
Like most people I know, though, I am human, and I sometimes say the wrong thing clearly or the right thing imperfectly.
Anything I say poorly is my own fault and should not be taken to reflect the views of my God, my church, my fellow Christians, or the missionary organization through which I formerly worked.
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The Heffron Family