Uncle Skink

We are, in a sense, children of God playing in our Father’s backyard waiting for him to call us home to dinner. We don’t all go home at the same time, but we do know that when we sit down together at the Wedding Feast of the Lamb we’ll be at tables surrounded by His friends. 

This is a story shared by Grandpa Paul’s Grandson Brayden remembering a death of a friend from childhood.