The Simple Scents of Life

The rain began to fall harder. We began to notice the lightening, which in our excitement had escaped us all before. While we were inside the mausoleum, a huge clap of thunder was heard and it echoed in the room where we all stood awestruck at the display of God’s power. Dad was walking around in the rain talking on the phone with his good friend, R.C. Sproul, Jr, and by the time we finally were able to get him off, he was soaked, so the only two photos I have of him, were not what agreeable to him. But, I’ve put them up because they were the only ones we were able to get, and I insisted that he get his photo taken at the mausoleum he wanted so badly to see. I am somewhat stubborn. ;-)