Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Every so often, Laurel and I would fill in for our church bookkeeper so that she could go on vacation. On those Monday mornings, we would sort and write and count, then count again.
We'd laugh at ourselves and each other. We'd drop paperclips and pennies, and scold ourselves for having to pick them up.
When I was struggling to make things balance, he always knew that I concentrated better with quiet, then once I found my error, we'd go right back to jovially doing our work.
Every Sunday morning, while he served on the Red Carpet ministry greeting and assisting people, I'd find him for my hug and his greeting of, "Hey there Cutie Pie!"
Laurel was a friend and dear father figure. I know he is with Jesus today, and in that I take comfort.
Peggy, you and your family are in my broken heart and my prayers.
Laurel, I'll see you in the Kingdom.
