Wednesday, February 18, 2026
One of the most touching things I've ever seen was Dad and Mom praying together on their knees beside their bed when I first married John. Dad would lead the prayer, raising his hand to heaven, praying fervently for his children and his country. To this day, that memory stays with me. He was a man of faith, always praying before we drove anywhere or ate a meal, seeking blessings over us. Dad and mom would hold hands and pray before meals, setting a beautiful example. If he ever said something that hurt me, he'd follow up days later with a call, 'Gale, are you feeling a bit windy today?' as if to say his words weren't meant to wound. He'd often crack jokes about my name and call me 'kid' when I was worried about him being sick, reassuring me, 'It'll be alright, kid.' He'd ask me to sing in the garden, and even in the doctor's office when he was nervous, he'd say, 'It's amazing what praising can do.' He'd engage in conversations with everyone he met about their relationship with the Lord.- Wendy
