I used to joke with Dad and tell him that my poor vision was because of him. He would shake his head, chuckle and always deny it. Through a consistent and daily submission to God, Dad has passed down to me so much more than his looks, his mannerisms and yes, his poor vision. He didn’t give me a sermon and he never nagged or even gave me persistent reminders. He walked humbly with God and taught me the most tiring way. He walked the walk and he walked it even to his last days.
Me, Maddie and Dad |
Through his continual prayers and his life, God has used my dad to win me over to Christ. What would life be like if I didn't have my hope in the Lord? I praise God that I too can be with God one day and that I have joy, hope and purpose from an awesome God. God's timing is perfect and his ways are best.
Dad, people may say I look like you on the outside, but my prayer is that I would develop the same heart for God that you had on in the inside. I look forward to the day that I get to see you again. Breathe well. Walk freely. Eat with ease. Garden. Smile a lot. Jump rope for God's sake! And break lent in heaven.
I love you so so so much, Dad.
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