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YOUR FATHER KNOWS THE WAY
When I was a small boy growing up in Pennsylvania we would often visit my grandparents who lived nine miles away. One night a thick fog settled over the hilly countryside before we started home. I remember being terrified, and asking if we shouldn’t be going even slower than we were. Mother said gently, “Don’t worry. Your father knows the way.” You see, Dad had walked that road when there was no gasoline during the war. He had ridden that blacktop on his bicycle to court Mother. And for years he had made those weekly trips back to visit his own parents. How often when I can’t see the road of life, and have felt that familiar panic rising in my heart I have heard the echo of my mother’s voice: “Don’t worry. Your Father knows the way.”