This morning, we were blessed to accompany my mom and dad as they returned to church for the first time since their accident. My dad seemed more like himself while we were worshipping; he even got up to thank everyone for all that the church has done for them over the past several weeks. It was an emotional morning for him after being away from his church family for about a month. We were so glad to be there with him, and Caleb was the well-behaved baby that he always is until he peed on his mom about 15 minutes before church was over. How do you recover from that when you’re sitting on the front row?! Fortunately, it dried quickly.
After church, the Picker men posed on the back porch. I feel so blessed to be part of the generations of Picker men that have served the Lord. I am grateful for all that my dad and my grandfather have taught me about being a man of God and hope to instill these same values in Caleb. I know that one day he will appreciate his wonderful heritage of faith.