Sitting in the chow hall of our Family Reunion, it was hard not to notice that today was Father’s Day. All the dads were asked to stand together for pictures, the blessing was asked with a special thanks for the dads, and little children running around exclaiming, “Happy Father’s Day!” to the fathers in attendance made it hard to ignore the fact that today was Father’s Day.
Equally hard to ignore that several of us, my siblings and me included, were going through our first Father’s Day without our Daddy. Some were going through their second and third without their dad. Staying busy helped the numbness not be quite so overwhelming, but tonight, after everyone has returned home, bags unpacked, home tidied, the obvious weighed on me like the proverbial suffocating elephant on my chest. It hurt. It angered me. It left me feeling pretty useless and helpless. Does it EVER get any better? Or at least less painful?
While going through my pity party, my mind wandered back to Daddy’s last few days on Earth. Every conversation there at the hospital, every argument, every confession played through my mind like an endless record. Thankfully, God was present during Daddy’s last few days on Earth. God was also present BEFORE Daddy’s last few days on Earth, and He’s still present today. God reminded me of the various glimpses of His presence He gave us while we went through the most heartbreaking trial we’d gone through as of that time.
God never promised we wouldn’t have heartache. God did, however, promise His children that He would never leave us nor forsake us. To those who aren’t His children, He’s made you a promise also. He’s forgiven you, and has made the gift of Eternal Life available to you. He’s told us all that He loves us–even went as far as to prove it. He has promised, even when He won’t remove our proverbial thorns from our lives–He declares that His grace is sufficient for us. All of us. He doesn’t promise that we’ll always get our way in things, but He does promise that He IS the way.
So, in re-living the heartache of Daddy’s last few days on Earth, I can’t help but to re-live the blessings, comfort, peace and encouragement that was sent to me from God as well.
As I thank God that we had a Daddy that would make us work hard, and not allow us to be quitters, I also thank God that He is the best, and I do mean VERY best, Father anyone could have.
Will you give God a chance? Give Him a chance to show you just how much He loves you now? No matter what you’ve done, He’s not waiting up there for the opportunity to hit the “Smite” button. He’s waiting for you with open arms. Just as you are, with every sin loving lifestyle you may have, He invites you to come to Him, and let Him be enough.
Happy Father’s Day.