MEMORIES OF MY FATHER: ABNER KAUFFMAN
On today's 85-mile snowy drive back to Harrisburg where I am currently contracted for work, my thoughts keep running to my dad. Reflecting on my childhood now as an adult, and especially since his passing in September, has made me so grateful for all the ways I feel he empowered me rather than just sheltered me. It is because of how he taught me to handle a car in snow that I have no fear of driving in it. In fact, I probably enjoy it a little too much, He taught me how to run his skid loader, excavator and tractor. As an adult, I realize how blessed I am to have a dad who let me attempt things rather than just doing everything for me. And if my way of doing it didn't work, he was there to teach me what I need to do to change to make it work. My dad was not a perfect man, but he was an honest, hardworking man of God who loved his family well. I miss him fiercely some days.
Submitted by
Violet Kauffman, Volunteer Missionary
Bedford County Jail
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