"Tell me about panthers." "...and Indians." "...and guns."
My boy requesting of his Pawpaw.
This weekend, I listened while I drove. Stories being handed in the back seat from the voice of wisdom to the minds of young ones hanging on his every word.
He tells good stories. Something about his tone mesmerizes his audience. And I think my boy could glean for hours.
My own dad left this earth when I was only nineteen. But God's grace brought a Pawpaw to my kids, and a husband to my mom. And they love listening to his stories. And I love the Truth that rules his heart.
It makes me smile.