On March 25th 1957 the Texas Panhandle was experiencing a huge weather system with massive amounts of snow and very strong winds. The Interstate highway was totally shut down with cars and trucks parked in lines extending for miles and miles in both directions. No vehicles were moving anywhere in town or in the countryside.
In our home we watched as drifting snow piled against the house until the windows and doors were deeply covered. We didn't see a way out and the snowing continued. Bobby was due to be born that day, but he was patient.
The next day the storm had passed and we shoveled through snow drifts to get the car out to reach a street where a snow plow had cleared a driving lane. They had cut through snow drifts much higher than the car.
To be sure that we could, we found our way across town to the hospital and back to home. A couple of hours later, we retraced the trip to the hospital and Bobby was born within minutes of our arrival at the hospital on March 26, 1957.
We lost Bobby February 9, 1977 when he took his own life. But we will always remember him for his love of things in nature and his inquisitiveness about the world around him, especially God's littlest creatures.
As a child we came to expect Bobby to start mealtime conversations with questions such as the following:
“If God is a Spirit, and Jesus is a little baby, who made the world?”
But the most profound ever was
“What would it be if everything wasn’t anything?”
In our home we watched as drifting snow piled against the house until the windows and doors were deeply covered. We didn't see a way out and the snowing continued. Bobby was due to be born that day, but he was patient.
The next day the storm had passed and we shoveled through snow drifts to get the car out to reach a street where a snow plow had cleared a driving lane. They had cut through snow drifts much higher than the car.
To be sure that we could, we found our way across town to the hospital and back to home. A couple of hours later, we retraced the trip to the hospital and Bobby was born within minutes of our arrival at the hospital on March 26, 1957.
We lost Bobby February 9, 1977 when he took his own life. But we will always remember him for his love of things in nature and his inquisitiveness about the world around him, especially God's littlest creatures.
As a child we came to expect Bobby to start mealtime conversations with questions such as the following:
“If God is a Spirit, and Jesus is a little baby, who made the world?”
But the most profound ever was
“What would it be if everything wasn’t anything?”
On March 25th 1957 the Texas Panhandle was experiencing a huge weather system with massive amounts of snow and very strong winds. The Interstate highway was totally shut down with cars and trucks parked in lines extending for miles and miles in both directions. No vehicles were moving anywhere in town or in the countryside.
In our home we watched as drifting snow piled against the house until the windows and doors were deeply covered. We didn't see a way out and the snowing continued. Bobby was due to be born that day, but he was patient.
The next day the storm had passed and we shoveled through snow drifts to get the car out to reach a street where a snow plow had cleared a driving lane. They had cut through snow drifts much higher than the car.
To be sure that we could, we found our way across town to the hospital and back to home. A couple of hours later, we retraced the trip to the hospital and Bobby was born within minutes of our arrival at the hospital on March 26, 1957.
We lost Bobby February 9, 1977 when he took his own life. But we will always remember him for his love of things in nature and his inquisitiveness about the world around him, especially God's littlest creatures.
As a child we came to expect Bobby to start mealtime conversations with questions such as the following:
“If God is a Spirit, and Jesus is a little baby, who made the world?”
But the most profound ever was
“What would it be if everything wasn’t anything?”
In our home we watched as drifting snow piled against the house until the windows and doors were deeply covered. We didn't see a way out and the snowing continued. Bobby was due to be born that day, but he was patient.
The next day the storm had passed and we shoveled through snow drifts to get the car out to reach a street where a snow plow had cleared a driving lane. They had cut through snow drifts much higher than the car.
To be sure that we could, we found our way across town to the hospital and back to home. A couple of hours later, we retraced the trip to the hospital and Bobby was born within minutes of our arrival at the hospital on March 26, 1957.
We lost Bobby February 9, 1977 when he took his own life. But we will always remember him for his love of things in nature and his inquisitiveness about the world around him, especially God's littlest creatures.
As a child we came to expect Bobby to start mealtime conversations with questions such as the following:
“If God is a Spirit, and Jesus is a little baby, who made the world?”
But the most profound ever was
“What would it be if everything wasn’t anything?”
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