And wild blueberries
That’s what I called him, my father’s father, Grampa. On occasional Summers I would spend a week or two with him and his family. Grampa was an outdoors man. Raised hunting dogs, knew his way around the woods and introduced me to blueberry picking. I sensed his discuss when I tripped and spilled a nearly full container. We scraped up what we could in silence, then headed home never to be taken out to the woods with him again. I wish it had been different.
Today is the day we can make it different for those God sends our way. We all can’t be Grampas, but we all can be encouragers when others take their fall.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” (Galatians 5:22-23 NASB)
His Family Table 