I remember when I used to go walking in the evening. I felt that being in my twenties qualified me for midnight strolls where ever I pleased. One evening while I was walking at Memorial Park in Oklahoma City, I received a call from my father. He asked me where I was. I simply told him where I was and what I was doing. It was around 11pm or so in the evening. He informed me that he was in town and asked how long I would be. The next thing I knew, I was looking at a van with 2 men sitting in it, who were looking at me! As one of the men approached me I was somewhat concerned. However, as he got closer I realized he was a family friend. The other man was my father. He had driven into town, about a 5-6 hour trip to take care of some business. And though he had worked a full day, at least 12 hours for him, he wasn't going to leave until I finished. At the time I had planned at least 4 more laps but I could see the fatigue in his face so I told him I was on the last lap and I would be finished shortly. I finished and we headed home.
I have walked many miles since then, and often late in the evening. And there are times that I can't help but to look up and hope to see his car or van. Hoping to see his silhouette gazing my way from the distance. At times I glance at my phone hoping that I have missed his call and there is a message inquiring about my whereabouts. I know it seems silly. But as I was walking the other day, the LORD reminded me that I am still being watched over. And just as my father kept an eye on me here in the natural, so my heavenly FATHER watches over me in the Spirit. And of course I know that my father is still watching over me as well.
I am blessed to have known a father such as this. Blessed to know that there was no amount of fatigue to assuage his concern. No amount of work to remove me from his mind. No event more relevant than my whereabouts. No situation insurmountable when he was involved. No time like the present to be there for the ones we love.
Thanks Daddy,
No comments:
Post a Comment