A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, life was, simpler. Simple? No. Simpler.
At least, it seemed so to me, but likely not so much to those who raised me. Or, maybe it did. Sometimes joy is found, or even focused, in and on the simpler things.
One of my strongest early memories is sitting in a pasture with my dad, and him passing me pieces of yellow Laffy Taffy while he hunted for dove and quail.
An equally strong memory is of Saturday mornings spent in greasy spoon diners in east Texas, watching my dad cut his eggs, prepped “sunny side up”, and watching the yellow yolk run across his plate.
Yes, a yellow streak runs through the river of memories I have of time spent with my dad. However, this yellow streak is not of fear, but of fellowship.
Even the most casual observers of social media could tell this has been a big weekend for our brood, and it showed. For that, I am eternally grateful.
Always be joyful. Never stop praying.
Our youngest graduated from high school this weekend, and friends and family have blessed us with their presence, both physically and in messages via the social media realm.
While one person has been missing for us in particular this weekend, his personality and his influence have not. As I was blessed to hand our son his diploma Friday night, a piece of the famed Laffy Taffy might have been slipped into the above pictured handshake. The following morning, just before her graduation, my daughter and I shared some private moments over breakfast, a breakfast where she requested “some eggs with runny yellow centers”.
Yes, a yellow streak has run through our weekend, and our lives. I hope to prayerfully and joyfully play my part to keep it moving.