A Lasting Impression

I hardly knew him, but I loved that little man. He sat a few rows forward and slightly to our left. Every Sunday morning, I looked for Ron and Barb. I watched him smile, and raise his arms in praise. I waited to hear his hearty "Amen!" to the Pastor's words, and was never disappointed. When he became ill, and his place on the pew was empty, there was a void in my heart. There must have been one in Heaven without him. cfa © 8/15/2010