Earthquake Through The Eyes of my Grandson
I miss my Daddy. He is a preacher and since I’m three, I know that means that he loves Jesus. I think everybody loves Jesus. He and my Mom talk about Jesus a lot, they have even taught me to talk to Jesus. I especially like to talk to Jesus with my hands in the air and say A-MEN real loud! I have an older sister and a younger sister and my Mommy even has a new baby in her tummy! Anyway, our family loves each other a lot and I guess you would say that Jesus is a big part of our family too.
I miss my Daddy. My Daddy tells me his job is to tell other people about Jesus. He reads the Bible a lot and tells me great stories from it! He writes about Jesus, speaks about Jesus, and helps other people be able to learn about Jesus. Today, my Daddy is in Haiti. I haven’t been there, but I think it is farther than Grandma Joan’s house cause Daddy had to fly there in an airplane. Before Daddy left, he told me he would be gone 11 days. We made a real special paper chain with the days on it and take off one day at a time until Daddy comes home. Daddy went there to tell more people about Jesus.
I miss my Daddy. Something happened. Mommy is upset. She tries not to let me see, but I think she misses Daddy too. Instead of staying at my house, my sisters and my Mom and I went to Granny and Boom-Pop’s (Grandfather) house. I keep hearing about an earthquake. Mommy told me that the ground shook a lot where Daddy is at. She says that he is helping lots of people. All the adults seem to always be checking the computer or talking on the phone. I hear them asking people to pray for my Daddy and the others in Haiti. I don’t understand. Mommy says that she is not sure when Daddy is going to come home. I am scared.
I miss my Daddy. I got to talk to Daddy for a minute. He sounded really far away, but he was really happy to talk to me! It was hard to hear him, but he told me he loved me. My sister talked to him too, I think my Mommy was crying.
I miss my Daddy. Boom-Pop says that he’ll be home soon, but to me that means today. Granny feeds me good stuff and hugs me, but I still miss my Daddy. My Uncles and Aunt play with me and I get to sleep in the same room with them. It is kind of a camp-out…but I still miss my Daddy.
I miss my Daddy. Can’t he just come home? Maybe Jesus will let him come home. I sure hope He does it soon, cause I miss my Daddy!
