We lived with my grandpa when I was a little girl, so in many ways he is like my second dad.

I love him so much.

Memories of my grandpa make me smile even today…

riding in the tractor with him when he would plow the fields…

riding in the pick-up with him as he would feed the cattle…

watching him water his garden and fret about how to keep out the rabbits. (He always reminded me of Elmer Fudd, and I would tease him about those “wascally rabbits!”)…

hearing him tell about a time when my sister and I were both riding in the tractor with him. According to the story, he had told us that we could stay in the field with him until one of us fell to sleep. A little later in the day, Grandpa noticed my sister asleep on the floor of the tractor. He asked me to “check” on her, and he said that I looked down real quick and then told him, “She’s still awake!” I didn’t want anything to keep from me being out there in the field with my grandpa!

Traveling to Oklahoma last week to spend Christmas with this precious man was just what I needed!! He cried when I walked into the room and so did I. Oh, how I love him.

I guess there’s just so much about Grandpa’s love for me that reminds me of God’s love.

Unconditional. Never-ending. Deep. Abiding. Comforting. Forever.

And the list goes on and on.

I just had to share my grandpa with you.

Thankful for how God uses “real people” to model His love,