Daily Dying

Occupying a prominent position on the small kitchen table in the breakfast room of the old and somewhat delapidated house where my Dad spent his last years of this life was this picture.  The caption, scrawled on the reverse in the almost illegible hand of this wonderful man, explains it all, except possibly that he had very carefully added the white tape in the shape of a cross.  This was his hiding place – at the foot of the cross.  He died here daily until God called him into the next life.

What an example………