August 12th, 2004
The soft wind rustles the leaves outside, as though the sea, as a gentle breeze enter’s the room. It is as though “time has stopped”, yet ever rushing forward.
The end of August approaches, and change in the air. Big changes, Andrew is going to Liberty. The sounds of silence, once longed for is here. But I rather the noise. How did time move so quickly, from the Little guy, all dressed in blue, was carried gently home, from his place of birth.
You were such a good child, no problems, always breezing through time, feet early shawed with the Gosple of Jesus Christ. You, continually walked his path. Now you choose to walk amount Eagles. Leaders and Champions for Christ! Now I know, what Jesus meant, when he said, give him back to me. He is in your hands God, protect him, prosper and take care of him, for me, as you always have.
