My brother gave me our Dad’s Life Book, a sort of memory lane/memorial, that the funereal home gave us. I was looking through it and the Twenty-Third Psalm beckoned me to use it in my post today. I wonder if those who have not lost their Father read it with the same eyes I do. I see this as a mans job to protect and provide for their own children as well as testament of Faith. Just something to ponder upon I suppose.