They sat around me. They used to be dependent girls, but now they were the ones in a position to offer me their help in various ways. I’m not that old, but they are of an age now where I recognise they can hold their own. That view made me think of my Dad, who effectively oversaw the development of the three children in his care.
I may not know that much about the history of the man that I’ll always know as Dad, but I know enough about him to admire what he did for my Mum, for his children, for the church he served, for the work he did, all in honour and service to God. I was glad to write about him throughout the last twenty years, including when he fell asleep.
Here are some entries that offer insight into my view of my Dad.
- ADBC: 11 Dad – 17-10-21
- Goodnight Dad – A Dryden Update – 01-11-19
- Journeyman Journal: Dad and the Walks – 22-07-17
- The Diligence of Dad – 09-09-13
- For My Dad – 08-09-12
- A Quiet Place: The Story of My Dad’s Allotment – 15-11-11
- Thank God for … My Dad – 08-09-06
For His Name’s Sake
C. L. J. Dryden
Shalom
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