Oklahoma Reunion

“Ooh, boy. Wish I was a fly on that wall. Why, last time something like this happened was when your daddy and momma moved up the wedding date. They ended up eloping, you know.”

Ryan’s jaw slacked with surprise.

“You know what they say about people who live in glass houses,” Gramps said. He chuckled under his breath.

Ryan shook his head. “But they act so …”

“Judgmental? Well, your daddy wasn’t always like that, and I have to believe that deep down inside he’s the same man he was when he left this farm. Your grandmother and I raised him up right with a foundation based on the good Lord.”

“And Mother?”

“Aw, don’t go believing those highfalutin ways of your mother’s. I knew her when she was just a regular girl from Granby. She comes from a long line of simple folks.” His grandfather gestured with his hands. “Why, her granny and mine were friends when their husbands were roughnecks on oil rigs.”

Ryan grinned before his thoughts sobered again. “What should I do, Gramps?”

“Darned if I know. I’m old, but that doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“I always thought you did.”

“Not me. I cheat. I turn to the good Lord when I don’t know what to do. That’s your answer, as well.”

Ryan frowned.

“Pray, son. Pray like your life depends on it. Kait coming back into your life is nothing short of a marvel. A daughter, you say? Well, that’s doubly marvelous. Don’t let your folks stand in the way this time.” Gramps pointed skyward with his thumb. “He has a plan. Up to you to figure out what it is.”

Ryan took a deep breath. Gramps was right. It was time for some serious prayer. Time to ask for forgiveness for his mistakes and trust that the Good Lord would give him the wisdom and strength he needed for tomorrow.