Every morning around 7:30 I receive a text message from a special friend; it is a bible verse. I read it first no matter what other texts have come in because I know the importance of reading the word…it IS a beautiful way to start the day.
On Father’s Day Sunday, the text read; Psalm 103:13 As a father pities his children, So the Lord pities those who fear Him.
There was a side note saying “Don’t forget to say happy Father’s Day to your father and if your father is no longer alive, bless him and thank him for all the blessings he did for you out of his love for you.”
There aren’t enough words to describe the love, admiration, respect and adoration that I have for my dad. He was my very best friend and confidant, the person who was always there for me teaching me to be the best person I could be. He believed in me (as I did in him), and I never once doubted his love. As a matter of fact, that is the same love that our Heavenly Father has for us and I for Him.
I wish my dad would’ve had more time on this earth, but I guess God had other plans for him. He went to heaven at the age of 53 after suffering a heart attack. I was 25, but my brother was only 16.
Since that time, a day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thanked God for my dad. He was the neatest person I’ve ever known, and I still miss him. I do know that he’s with God, doing good things, and I know without a doubt we’ll be together again. And when that time comes, I’ll say I sure have missed you but I knew that you were always with me, thanks Dad, you’re the greatest. Most of all, thanks God for giving me my dad, I love you both with all of my heart.