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Remembering My Uncle

The little things really do matter!  This weekend I picked up a suburban that I bought from my Aunt that was my Uncle Terry's.  Finally home, I took it to give it a wash and ended up with a flood!  Remembering my Uncle Terry as I washed and all of those little lessons that he taught me about life.

He wasn't perfect AT ALL but I liked him and he was very good to me.  I remember going to their house in the summers and hanging out with them.    Remembering him standing outside and yelling "praise the Lord" in the morning.  Braying like a donkey.  Burping and blaming someone else in public.  Riding in his race car.  Chewing Red Man until Judy puked!!!

Driving his daughter and granddaughter to CA that summer he intentionally gave me many experiences stopping and driving across country which broadened my worldview!   And his words to remember to, "drive with your shoes on."


The summer before my senior year I worked with him in his insurance agency and learned lots about life at a point that I really needed it.  He taught me the right way to take a fast corner and how to answer a phone.  Taught me about money, saving and thinking ahead for the future.  He would have talks with me about who I was dating and why I shouldn't be.  I learned by what he said and what he did in business.  


Judy and Terry's house was a special place.  I have memories of looking for my biological Dad there.  It was place for me to relax and be selfish.  God used that place to speak to my heart in many ways.  It was my honeymoon place with my honey.  Was an oasis.


It truly is the little things and those little words and seeds that do make a difference in a young person's life.

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