Blessed memories
April 1, 2008
A friend wrote on facebook about hearing and seeing her dad polishing his church shoes last Sunday morning. For her, that sight and sound brought back wonderful memories of her childhood and her Godly family.
My Sunday ‘lump in my throat’ memory was of my dad wearing his wedding ring. As a tool and die maker for Ford, he couldn’t wear his ring during the week. But every Sunday morning, it went onto his finger. I am so blessed that God chose the most wonderful parents in the world for me.
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The Other Kim | April 1, 2008 at 4:51 pm
PRECIOUS!!!! My Sunday memories are centered around “Sunday dinner” at my grandparents’ house. I learned how to cook at my Grandma’s side and those Sunday dinners are still ‘alive and well’ in my house today!