kennedy's shift

i had posted this as a comment on yesterday's post, but being the hacker that i am i figured out my mom's password, so i thought i'd just make it a post...so, here ya go:

i'm sitting with my dad at 5am towards the tail end of my "bedtime shift" and i just thought i'd share...i've been playing some music on my laptop and my dad will pat my hand, his leg, or his chest to keep the beat...it's not an incoherent tap, but one that tells me he is thoroughly enjoying (and in his own way, dancing) "the david crowder band"...even though we haven't spoken words, my dad and i have communicated this whole time and would both say that we've enjoyed each other as we lie in a bed that isn't near big enough for the two of us...but we are sitting here hand in hand as if we've been talking about the "good ole days" the whole time...that's the beauty of god...where there are no words, he transcends...where neither of us are able to fully express our thoughts, god intervenes and transcends on our behalf...my dad knows what i want to say and i know what he wants to say...god transcends time and space, and he transcends life and death...he transcends my dad's cancer so that we can lie here together and enjoy each other and i thank him for that.