My father got his ticket to eternity at my tender age of 11 years old. But I still have, clear and vivid, my childhood memories of him, when he always carry me on his shoulder through the rocky, grassy and hilly trek to our small farm. When we got on the farm, he made sure I am fine and sheltered inside our little farmhouse. The father’s love and care are always refreshing and sweet to remember.
There’s a father, the “Almighty Father” who sent his love letter.
“Psalms 8:3-4 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars,which you have set in place, 4 what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?” The truest measure of God’s love is that God loves without measure – the daily bread.
Mapping journeys, building bridges. 