three times this week, more than te frequencies in the past year. Daddy drove me in his (rented for work) car.
and as unnatural it is for me to express it, and as much as I want to pay less heed to the amazing encounters and conversations we’ve shared, at the risk of an unfamiliar embarrasement stemming from my own pride… I have to say that I love my dad.
for the love of God that is ever growing in Him… especially towards others.
for the humility that is wearing down his pride bit by bit, moment by moment
for the grace he has experienced only so he can give it away..
and for knowing the heart of God a little bit more each day.. he told me “when I saw the back of your brother walking towards the prison, not knowing what lies ahead for him; while I know that he will be locked up today, I felt a sense of betrayal towards my own son, and I felt sad. But I was reminded of what God must have felt, when He himself saw Jesus His own son, who was fully innocent and no crime on his back, going to the cross and suffering, His heart must have broke.. but He still had to let it happen. for us, just for us” …
Lord, I thank God for your awesome provision and timeliness. I confess that I have often been blind and faithless to your promised deliverance, and have acted in arrogance. Lord, today, I know and have seen for myself the change in my own father, and in my own heart. How utterly wonderful, and beautiful are your works.. even as incomplete as we are. You are the Alpha and the Omega. In you Lord, I trust.
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