A friend said that my favorite farmer may be the one on ground, “but it’s a family trip in the end.”
The girls put their hands on their Daddy’s shoulders, praying for his courage and his heart, his health and his safety. Their Daddy said it was okay to cry. And we did.
Through the window, I watch them go — these brave fathers driving to the airport and then through the clouds, all of them carrying Jesus.
And right there, through the window and through the tears, I see it: God’s plan bearing the mark of the cross.