Thanks, Dad
I was thinking about my dad today. My father passed away just shy of 7 1/2 years ago, and there isn’t a day I don’t miss him.
This could be a very long post were I to share our relationship, but for the sake of brevity, I will simply say, there is no way I could have ever repaid my dad for the countless times he helped me out of the holes I dug for myself. I didn’t know much about God and His grace back then, but now realize, I was a participant of that grace in action.
My father’s advice to me during troubled times was to the point, and was always helpful. Hearing his calm, assured voice, made me feel good, and I knew there was someone on my side.
In the two weeks before he passed away, we were just sitting together. He on his easy chair, and me on a dining room chair pulled over to him. In the midst of the conversation he said, “You’ve been a good son.”
The sound of those words were a symphony to my ears. A symphony which I can still hear in the quiet of the night.
Thanks, Dad.