This picture popped up on my time-hop this morning, and it stopped me dead in my tracks. It was the last photo that I ever took with my grandfather before he passed away. I feel like I should at least have a slight twinge of pain when I see this image as I grieve what “once was,” but instead, I am overwhelmed with gratitude when I stop to remember my Papaw. I am grateful to have been loved by such an incredible man of God. Never have I known someone who loved the Lord so purely, so passionately, so fiercely and so completely. I am grateful that his legacy lives in me. I am grateful for the example he set, and I strive daily to imitate his walk with Lord in my own life. I am grateful for the memories he gave me – summer vacations, family holidays, snuggles in his office, Wednesday dinners followed by Awana at church. I am grateful for the stories he told me and the sense of belonging that came from them. I will al...