Friday, June 15, 2018

First Father's Day...

It’s the first father’s day without my dad.
I'll admit that I've dreaded it.
I miss him.
The grief comes in waves.
And others are grieving too, but…
It’s personal.
It’s lonely.
It’s work we must do on our own.
I’m not alone.
So often since my dad died…
I’ve said to God, “Could you tell dad…”
And then I give God a message to relay.
(Usually something about his grandkids...he was so proud of them.)
Then I continue…
"I really wish he were here, Lord."
And I always hear Him whisper, “I’m your Father and I’m right here.”
Oh, yeah.
So I tell him the message again, only I direct it to God, my Father.
And I feel better somehow.
My Father heard me.

So on this father’s day, this first one…
I’m thankful that in my earthly father’s absence,
My Heavenly Father leans his ear toward me
And listens. (As He always has.)
And I’m thankful that I’ve learned to listen a little closer.
Because I didn’t lose my father,
Not really.
I’ll see him again.
But my Heavenly Father,
Has been here all along,
And He will never leave me nor forsake me.

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