In these days leading up to my daddy’s last day. I want to share his words to us, at least my take on his words. The ones he would have said had he been able to speak that day. Three years before he died, my dad asked me to gather three songs for him. He said I would know why one day. And I do know. These are his songs and why I believe he chose them.
My daddy wanted us to know the truth. That God was. That God is. That God will always be. His promises are true.
“I Believe,” Brooks and Dunn
I raise my hands, bow my head. I am finding more and more truth in the words written in red. They tell me that there’s more to life that just what I can see. Oh. I believe.