Plagues (5 of 11)
Series: Exodus
Will McGee
Exodus 7-10
INTRODUCTION
About five years ago, I had the honor of preaching my grandfather's funeral (''Bowie''). As I was preparing to write the funeral message, I began writing down my memories of my grandfather. It's funny thing though. When I began to think back to some of my favorite memories with him, I realized that very few of my memories actually involved conversations.
For most of my life, Bowie had a lot of trouble hearing. This made very conversations difficult... And as a result, very rare.But the special thing about Bowie... Is that that didn't prevent him from letting all of us grandkids know that we were loved... That he was proud of us.
He had a way of smiling (grinning) that told us how proud he was of all of us.
I saw this grin when he would come to my track meets in HS. He didn't say a word... But he had a way of grinning in such a way that everyone around him knew that it was his grandson just won the race. He was proud of me. I knew it.
I saw this grin... One day when we went hunting... And I killed my first deer. That afternoon we drove all over his little town so that he could show off to all his friends THE deer that his grandson just killed. He didn't say word... He just smiled.
That smile of his was always most evident... When our whole family was in his living room at Christmas or some other holiday. You could tell that he was happy in those moments. All the grand-kids / great-grand-kids... There was always so much noise, that he would have to turn off his hearing aids... He would sit in his chair... Not having a clue what type of conversations were being had all around him... He didn't care. He was present with his family... He would sit in his recliner... And simply smile this big smile. We all knew we were loved.
Now... Why did I tell all of those stories at his funeral?
I could have just said... ''My grandfather was proud of me.'' But for you to really u ...
Series: Exodus
Will McGee
Exodus 7-10
INTRODUCTION
About five years ago, I had the honor of preaching my grandfather's funeral (''Bowie''). As I was preparing to write the funeral message, I began writing down my memories of my grandfather. It's funny thing though. When I began to think back to some of my favorite memories with him, I realized that very few of my memories actually involved conversations.
For most of my life, Bowie had a lot of trouble hearing. This made very conversations difficult... And as a result, very rare.But the special thing about Bowie... Is that that didn't prevent him from letting all of us grandkids know that we were loved... That he was proud of us.
He had a way of smiling (grinning) that told us how proud he was of all of us.
I saw this grin when he would come to my track meets in HS. He didn't say a word... But he had a way of grinning in such a way that everyone around him knew that it was his grandson just won the race. He was proud of me. I knew it.
I saw this grin... One day when we went hunting... And I killed my first deer. That afternoon we drove all over his little town so that he could show off to all his friends THE deer that his grandson just killed. He didn't say word... He just smiled.
That smile of his was always most evident... When our whole family was in his living room at Christmas or some other holiday. You could tell that he was happy in those moments. All the grand-kids / great-grand-kids... There was always so much noise, that he would have to turn off his hearing aids... He would sit in his chair... Not having a clue what type of conversations were being had all around him... He didn't care. He was present with his family... He would sit in his recliner... And simply smile this big smile. We all knew we were loved.
Now... Why did I tell all of those stories at his funeral?
I could have just said... ''My grandfather was proud of me.'' But for you to really u ...
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