I've been on radio silence (or blog silence) for a while due to some slight detours in my trek. About a month and a half ago I got the news that my father died. I hadn't spoken with him in two years for various reasons, and his death wasn't a total shock, but it wasn't expected at the time either. I'm in the midst of sorting through his affairs.
One positive thing Dad instilled in me was an interest in global missions. When I was young, he'd often read books about evangelism and the persecuted church on Sunday afternoons.
Dad and I never talked about Spain or the other projects I worked on. But I can appreciate that at this moment he is whole, free and has comprehension of that and so much more.
I'm still working steadily toward getting back to Spain. I have a gigantic Spanish flag tacked to my cubicle, along with World Cup newspaper clippings from El Hispano. Every day is a day closer.
One positive thing Dad instilled in me was an interest in global missions. When I was young, he'd often read books about evangelism and the persecuted church on Sunday afternoons.
Dad and I never talked about Spain or the other projects I worked on. But I can appreciate that at this moment he is whole, free and has comprehension of that and so much more.
I'm still working steadily toward getting back to Spain. I have a gigantic Spanish flag tacked to my cubicle, along with World Cup newspaper clippings from El Hispano. Every day is a day closer.
