this past summer and for the small amount of time we were there this winter, i would see him drive his big brown truck delivering parcels around town.
the small handful of times we would see him and talk to him, he was kind and gracious and reached out to my husband who understood a different kind of pain in loss.
his smile was genuine, but the pain behind his eyes was obvious.
a father surviving, moving, working throughout each day filled with the worry and longing for his son.
prisoner of war in the country of pakistan.
he is a son,
please pray for his safe return and for his family as they survive on prayer.
this video below is his father's plea...