My kids are practicing French, handwriting, and shooting the breeze. They are quoting Patrick Warburton, who could read tax law and be funny. They remind me of my father, who was a military helicopter pilot.
He used to take the back roads. He would head down some narrow country road with a mysterious look on his face. Where are you going? We would ask.
I know a short cut. He would tell us.
He had marked the roads as he flew over the countryside.
I think of this when I ask God, why?
He sees beyond the horizon, the big picture, the answers to all my why?s
Carrying Light 