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The Father

Each morning I awake, I sense an obligation to finish my edits, compile this blog and get to a publisher the message contained therein.  Not that I believe it is worthy of print, but simply out of an obedience to what speaks to me each morning.   

Life also has its own plan for me, and yet I must not yield my whole to that plan.  Yes, there are demands placed on me by my community; the needs of a physically recovering spouse; a daughter in a graduate program and now even a new puppy in the family!

As well, my own age is now competing, though my biological clock seems still set for late nights and early risings, the tissues of my frame beg to differ.  My ability to watch even the evening news is too often interrupted by the phenomenal blessing of the deep sleep which suddenly seizes me as I lay prone on my favorite couch.   I am so blessed.

Still my faith and my calling seem unfinished, my love for the Father even more compelling, in fact, as strong as the youthful desires which once stirred by body.  I am His and He is mine.  The lover of my soul, still as real as the night I was first confronted with His existence.  He awakens me each morning with new mercies, new possibilities, new thoughts and new energy.

Here, age is a complimentary companion, for I now appreciate the Father, as well as my own unworthiness.  I have been a father now approaching 30 years, a spouse for 37.   I know how much I would do for my own daughter, I know the required faithfulness for success with a companion, and even the second efforts necessary to serve one’s own community.

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, nor angels nor demons, nor heavenly rulers … height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  Romans 8:37-39 NIV

Now I must get back to my edits!

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