He ran 7 miles a day followed by a game of tennis.
He was organized and planned life to a T.
He was a caretaker of his bride while she was not well.
He was lonely when she died.
He loved to grill and work on the computer.
Popeye, my grandfather, died early Sunday morning.
We shared Jesus with him different times and in different ways. We trust that the Lord is in control of all things and we can rest in knowing that we walked by faith, sharing the love of Christ in an imperfect way, but trusted His perfect love to work in Popeye's heart.
I don't know if he ever became a believer.
Is your faith for eternity in Christ alone?