For quite some time, my husband has been desiring to have his own "mancave-like" space. Today, was the day that he decided to clean out an old office area and make it his own. Upon cleaning out the office, I came across an old tape player and when I saw it I became immediately annoyed and shook my head thinking "....more junk.... maybe we can sell it on craigslist..."
About an hour later we came across some of my father's taped sermons and I felt compelled to listen. Moments later my niece walked in and my father's voice came on the audio tape. She asked, "Is that him?" as sounds of a familiar voice filled the room. I had to listen hard because I was unsure. As I focused for a moment on his words I realized that it was his voice. His baratone notes sounded so full of life and his words of wisdom instantly brought a calm to my soul. It has been at least ten years since I heard the sound of his voice. I miss him desperately, and it took everything within me not to cry upon hearing his sermons. Today is his birthday and I will forever remember it in my heart because I'll always be daddy's little girl. I'll miss him forever, but his words have brought me so much peace today. Happy Birthday Daddy.
