2018-06-13 - A Father Worthy of Praise
It was payday, and I was waiting for the arrival of the pizza. Our garage is the first thing anyone comes to when approaching the house, so I waited out there with the garage door open, watching the rain. Occasionally, I would hear the rumble of thunder, and suddenly I found myself counting in my mind, “one one thousand, two one thousand” just as I did when I was a kid. When we lived in Penn Hills, Pennsylvania, sometimes I would be in our garage downstairs, with Dad. He told me that if I counted “one one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, etc". after I saw lightning, that when the thunder came that was the number of miles the thunderbolt was from our house (Five “one thousands” for each mile).Every time I find myself in that situation, watching a storm, it reminds me of a good day with my Dad - and no matter how things have changed - that day is always mine.
As Father’s Day approaches. Maybe recollections of times gone by come to mind, either with your father or another person who took the time to share special moments with you - if your Dad was not around. In that vein, I recall a time when I was a young adult, when my stepdad was teaching me to drive a manual-shift car when we lived in N.C. adjacent to Camp Lejeune, where he served as a sergeant in the Marine Corps. Behind the Jacksonville Mall, with him instructing, I drove his two-toned hatchback Mustang back and forth across a row of caution bumps that had been fashioned, and were realistically the only inclines available in town, for practice. I stalled that car numerous times, yet eventually figured out the right combination of gas and clutch release, leading to forward motion and “voila!” Not only was I closer to taking off on my own after that, and other lessons in a stick-shift car, but so also began a bond I have come to cherish, many years later.
What memories have you of fatherly instruction and times of being cherished? Do you know how much the creator of the heavens and the earth cherishes you? He knows just what we need, and he wants us to know we matter to him. Sometimes it feels like things are missing, yet when we stop and think about what we do have, then somehow it is clear we have exactly what we need. For me, it was a Dad who was absent much of the time, so God sent another person to care for me, as well. It took a long time for all of it to make sense to me, yet I am grateful for God’s provision to me with both of those men in my life, each at the time intended. God is so worthy of our praise.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” (Psalm 139:13 NIV)
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