I went to visit my Dad today. He was unable to greet me. He was unable to answer the questions I had pouring from my heart. I had to recall from my memories the warm smile he would have greeted me with if he could. I had to remember the sound of his voice as he would speak. I had to imagine the warmth I would feel when he would say, “I love you, too.” I can remember many things about the man I called my Dad. I remember the humbleness of his prayers and the authority with which he preached. I remember the grin and the soft laugh when something funny was shared. I remember. I know I will see him again one day because of the fact that he had Christ living in his heart just as I do. I learned to call on the Lord as a result of him and my Mom faithfully walking the faith that they taught. I have to remember.
I sought out my Heavenly Father today. He heard my cry and He spoke to my heart. I remember times when I’ve been in His Presence, but I don’t have to rely on my memory. He’s ever present, and ever faithful.
Thank You, Father, for your comfort when I’m hurting. Thank You for the earthly father I was blessed to have and that one day I will see again. Thank You, Father, for being ever present and never leaving me. Thank You for Jesus, in Whose Precious Name I pray, Amen.