Last night I took my dog for a walk, and could not help but walk the same streets my dad and I walked just weeks ago. Many a night he would come by and ask me if I wanted to walk the dog with him. As you can tell by my good looks most nights I refused. On occasion I would say yes and we would walk the half mile or so through the streets sharing about our day and our life. Usually the conversation would turn to advice on how to be a dad, and he would tell me “words of wisdom words for life.” But last night was different. There was a silence that was not there before. It was just me and my thoughts, and my 100 pound great Dane panting over a squirrel. My thoughts turned to all the people that have inspired me the past few weeks. My dad not only walked the streets of McKinney. His travels had taken him to streets all over the world. He loved to go on mission trips and share the love of Christ with others. To him they were more than mission trips they were adventures.
This fall he was scheduled to go to Latvia, but without him here the trip was not going to happen. But a close friend has volunteered to fill my dads shoes. Micheal Curl is going to taking the very message my dad was to deliver to the people God planned along for Micheal to minister to. (pray for Micheal)
As I walked last night I thought of Micheal and I realized. I can walk in my dad’s footsteps but I cannot do it alone. I look around and am thankful for the countless people who have put me on their shoulders and carried me and my family through this tough time. I also know none of us can make it through life together. Who do you rely on and who do you need to say thank you to today? Together we are all doing life together. For some it is thousands of miles apart, but we are connected through technology and together we can change the world. I think all along that is what my dad was trying to do, change the world. He had a way of doing it one person at a time. Thank you for helping me walk in his footsteps.