Hey friends, how are you today? How was your week? We’ve had the best weather here, in my neck of the woods. Our temperatures have consistently been on the rise throughout the week, with bright beautiful sunshine on each day. Today there are more birds in the backyard, in fact they seem to outnumber the squirrels and the trees begin to bud. If I listen closely, I can hear the sounds of a woodpecker in the background. They remind me that life must be lived.
When I’m struck with situations I don’t like, I like to be quiet. I like quietness around me because most times, my brain will not allow me to be quiet. In this case, memories start to pour in; the good, the bad and the very ugly and too many times, the ugly far outnumber the bad. My father (step father really) died yesterday. Perhaps like too many people, I had a complex relationship with my dad. My mom married my dad when I was two years old. He was all the father I knew, I called him ‘dad’. He drove me to my prom and walked me down the aisle and prepared my wedding feast because my dad was a master chef. In the eyes of most people, whatever emotion I choose to exercise today, I would be justified in it. If I choose bitterness, anger, wrath, perhaps even relief, understanding could be applied to my door. If I choose sorrow and regret, sadness, that too would be greeted with understanding.
Although all the memories crowd my brain, today I choose the good ones. One of my fondest memories of my dad takes place in the very early part of my life. At that time, it was a frequent activity. We would gather for devotions on the evenings; my dad, my mom, my brother and me, my sister was a baby at that time. My dad would read the Bible, we would play a Bible game and my mom would help us to memorize our verse for the week. Excitedly my brother and I would memorize our verse because we both knew my dad would have a treat for us if we said it word perfectly. I also remember my dad consistently carried my brother on his neck as we walked home from church, he would pretend to be my brother’s horse, because my brother had just understood that legs were made for walking. An activity he was not at all sure, he enjoyed.
Oh, what good times we had then. Today, the clouds are thicker, but a brief glimpse of the sun can be seen through every break in the clouds. Today reminds me that because my days are numbered, life must be lived. Today also reminds me that life should never be lived carelessly, without thought for those around us, because memories are the legacy we leave behind. Today tells me, it never matters what behaviors the world says is justifiable, I answer to the God of the Universe. It is His Word that is final. According to the Word of God, bitterness, anger, wrath should be put away from me. Today reminds me, that God is God, God is Great, God is Good, and God is Merciful.
Today death bells ring for my dad, my heart is sad and I grieve. How are you doing?