Tomorrow is my son Cliff’s 25th birthday:
I must say that having a child that is a quarter-of-a-century old makes one feel old as well. I guess it’s no worse than being a grandfather…
Cliff and I had lunch together today; we had a good talk about life, ambition, mission, and purpose. With all the women in our house (we’re outnumber 6 to 2) we should really spend time together more often.
Cliff and his wife Micky are in the process of getting trained to go in the mission field. They aren’t sure of where or when just yet – still pretty early in the planning stages, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a prayer or two for guidance and discernment.
Happy Birthay, Cliff!