Five Minute Friday~ Change

My life changed that night a year ago nearly to the day.

But the truth is it had been changing for many years. I had slowly been losing the man who had taught me so many of my firsts. The one who taught me how to ride a bike and then was there to lift me up and carry me home when I had my bike accident. He taught me how to spell Rebekah, how to giggle hard, how to sing loud. He instilled in me a love for Jesus, a passion for the Word of God and a deep love of football.

He was my Daddy and I loved him dearly.

For each major change in my life, he was there, praying for me, supporting me, loving me and consistently pointing me to Jesus.

When I left my home in Pennsylvania to go to college, 3 states away, he told me this- you will want to serve, Becky, but these next four years are meant to prepare you for all that God has for you. Don’t miss out on your studies because you are so eager to get to the service part.  When I married my husband, my Daddy was the one who got choked up as he pronounced us husband and wife. He held all of his grandchildren.

He started to forget which way he needed to turn on streets that he knew like the back of his hand. He would forget where I lived or what job my husband had. And when he looked at me with sad eyes and said, I think I am losing my mind, I knew it was a change I wasn’t ready for.

But that is kind of how change is. We aren’t always ready for it. And sometimes we will hate everything about it. We will fight against it, wanting things to remain as they have always been.

Losing my Daddy slowly was a lesson in change that I wish I hadn’t had to learn. Yet, I am thankful. Because I learned that God is gracious, that he is faithful even in the extremely difficult. I learned that His plan is perfect.

On that night nearly a year ago, when I received the call that my Daddy had breathed his last, my life did not fall apart. Rather, I was able to rejoice in this change for my Daddy. His cry of give me Jesus! had been answered. His mind was at once restored.

I don’t get to call him tomorrow and wish him a happy anniversary. But I do get to celebrate his life well lived. I don’t get to hear his voice and the way he called me Ree-bekah. But I can hear him singing in my heart. I don’t get to enjoy peach pie with him. But you can be sure I will be baking some for my kids.

Change is inevitable. How will we receive it?


Sometimes I long to sit down and have a nice long chat with you- the kind we used to have before your thoughts started to wander. The kind where I could tease you and we would laugh. The ones where you would share scripture and I would tell you what God was teaching me in His Word.

I miss you, Daddy and I wish this was a change that I didn’t have to face. But I pray that I would be faithful in teaching my kids and loving them well, living a legacy that they will want to follow in. Thank you for doing that for me!

I love you! That will never change.


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Five Minute Friday posts are an opportunity for me to write with abandon, without over thinking or over editing. When it comes to this subject, that is exactly what I need. Five Minute Friday has a new host- Kate Motaung. I hope that you will take some time and meet her as you join in with this beautiful community of writers.