I had a dream about Craig a few nights ago.

I was at some sort of gathering filled with people from our community.

I'm not sure if it was an earthly event or a kingdom one. It felt simply ordinary. But then again, I looked at my

right and across the room I saw Craig. He was standing there talking to

someone as if he'd never been away.

In my dream, I burst into tears.

I've never done that in a dream before.

Friends, welcome back to the Ransomed Heart Podcast. I know that that probably touched

a number of your hearts here. You can't help but begin to think about the people

you love and miss as we talk about the restoration of all things. This is the third week, the third installment in a podcast series on my new book,

all things new in which I just want to read you portions of it this week chapter 5 hour restoration.

He knew something about growing up in a motherless home and about the hole it left in a boy's heart, he knew about the

ceaseless drive to make oneself whole and about the endless yearning. Daniel Brown.

I had a remarkable and

unlooked-for experience the weekend my father died.

Like for many people, my relationship with my dad was kind of a mixed bag. My

boyhood days were very precious. My father loved the outdoors and we did a lot of

camping and fishing together. I have golden memories of those days.

But then the fall of man caught up with him, a series of lost jobs followed by the drinking, then a stroke, then cancer, finally that brutal

mocker dementia.

He spent his last days in a small convalescent facility in Southern California and then came home for hospice.

He died on Father's Day weekend, of all sad things.

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