
Desi's grandpa celebrated his 95th birthday a few weeks ago. He's probably the cutest little mennonite man you'll ever meet. And wow has he seen a lot of change in his time here on earth. He's fathered 8 beautiful children and buried 3. He's grand father to many and great grandfather to many more. His absolute faith in God has carried him and his family and he looks forward to the day he can join his wife in the presence of his heavenly father. I sat and visited with him awhile and he shared a gem of a story that I will carry with me always as I really believe he couldn't be more right.
When he was a young man his father sent him out to plow the field. The field was large and he was concerned he wouldn't be able to make a straight furrow across such a distance. His father told him to walk to the other end of the field and
place a flag and as he made his way across to pick a point halfway between himself and his end goal and aim for that point. Once he reached the halfway mark to repeat
this process until he reached the end. His father cautioned him however not to look back. Just keep his eyes straight ahead. "Well," he giggled with a little gleam in his eye and his Ohio accent, "Ya know, I had to try it and look back anyways, and as soon as I did my plow came right out of the ground and I had to make a great big loop just to get back to where I was in the first place" he laughs. I took a great lesson from this story, even though he never really had to explain its true meaning. How many times do we take our eyes of the goal of heaven and look back, in curiosity, as to what we're "missing"? And how many times do we have to make a big circle just to get right back on the path towards our heavenly father? Just a thought, but I think I'd rather keep my eyes on the path I know He's laid out for me, how about you?


We'll certainly miss this man when he reaches his goal...
