I try to live my life like my father lives his. He always takes care of everyone else first. He won’t even start eating until he’s sure everyone else in the family has started eating. Another thing: My dad never judges me by whether I win or lose. Ben Roethlisberger
Meditation: The day after the storm had passed, our family had breakfast together. My husband brought a piece of paper down from 20 years ago. I had not seen it for that long, and he had my daughters read it to me. It was a wedding song that my Dad had written for us back then with his typewriter. I was deeply moved hearing his words coming from the mouth of my daughters. My father was battling cancer at the time. He also was the pastor presiding over our wedding. And for the celebration afterwards, he had composed a song for us as a couple in English (he had only started learning English again when my husband and I started dating three years before). He must have worked on that song for weeks. The words were filled with joy and delight about me as his daughter, and he valued his African son in law and poured his blessings upon us. He then made himself vulnerable singing this song with his guitar in front of all the guests at our wedding. This is what kind of Dad he was. This is a love a daughter never forgets, but takes with her forever.
Prayer: Gracious Father God, I am so grateful that my father was still alive and present at my wedding. Thank You for his Spirit of gentleness, vulnerability, love, inclusion and care. Thank You for his ways of expressing his love for me and for us as a couple. His words still touch me deeply even twenty years later. I am so blessed and grateful. Amen
Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? Matthew 6:26