God is speaking to me through my circumstances recently. Last Tuesday my father
passed away and today is his memorial service.
Even when it’s expected, you’re never really prepared to lose a parent.
Your Mother and Father are the very first relationships you have.
Theirs is the longest and most intimate. They are the first people who love you and care
for you, who teach you not only things about how the world works, but also how to relate to the world and the people in it.
They teach you how to succeed, and rejoice with you when it happens, sharing your successes with others.
And they teach you about failure, and how to deal with it, learn
from it, and move on.
Although it seems logical that the natural order of things is that parents go before their children, isn’t it also logical that we would grieve the most for the longest, most intimate relationships we have.
My dad was a Texan, an officer, a husband, father and grandfather. He loved God, his
country and his family.
He was a man of honesty, integrity, dedication, humility, compassion and generosity. I thank the Lord that he lived long enough to be not only my father, protector and hero, but also my friend.
Over the last 15 years we became very close having discussions about life and death, scripture, church sermons and Sunday school lessons. Together we cared for and were present with my mother when she died. His love, devotion and tireless care for her inspired me.
I will miss him terribly. But I know he is with his Savior and Lord and at peace. And I know I will see him again one day.
God has reminded me that He is the Father who blessed me with a kind and loving earthly father. And I can still trust Him to provide everything I need.
Even though I am grieving, I am thankful for having my dad as long as I did. Thankful for all he taught me. And thankful that I can move forward, trusting my heavenly Father to help me through this sense of loss, and rely on Him to meet my needs.