The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

Even the birds, with all their squeaking, singing and shrieking, can’t break the silence.

I miss Dad’s singing and rapping.

I miss Marta’s half-gagging giggles.

I miss Maria’s high sopranno and deap questions.

I miss Carter’s declarations of world domination.

I miss Lyndie’s dancing feet.

I miss Colson’s drumming hands and stomping steps.

Bethany is leaving tomorrow and I will miss her too.

To my family: I’m so proud of you! Thanks for following God’s calling and stepping out in faith! Lives will be changed because of your willingness to be used by the father.  I miss you, but don’t change your plans for me. I’ll be here when you get home. Go get ’em.