Where did I learn faith and faithfulness? My father. Stricken at nearly 51 years of age with a stroke that rendered him void of his abilities and life's work, he has never faltered in his trust in God. Though dependent on others for his safety and well-being, barely capable of communicating his thoughts, and subject to periods of confusion and fatigue,  he has never cursed his fate or given up on life. Today I watched him in amazement as he praised God for His goodness and care. He had gone out for a walk even though he hadn't quite been feeling his best. My mother and I had left at the same time to walk the dogs. Of course, we passed him quickly, and on our return trip found that he had gone farther than we had expected. We passed him again, confident that he could make it home. However, as Mom and I neared the house, suddenly the wind picked up and it started to rain. The weather in Savannah is capricious. I hurried into the house, grabbed my car keys, and set off down the street to get Dad. I pulled up to him as the rain started coming down hard, and Dad smiled as he got into the car.  Back in the house, he had barely seated himself in the recliner when he called my name. He wanted to tell me something. In halting speech, he communicated what I understood to mean--Ever since his stroke at age 50, God has never left him alone, never not taken care of him. His "rescue" from the rain had reminded him of that once again, and his face shone with amazement, gratitude, and love for the God who has always shown Himself to be faithful. A holy moment kissed with the divine presence.