31 Days of Letter Writing~ Day 24
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A Letter to my Daddy…
It has been 2 months since I received the middle of the night phone call telling me that you had gone home to be with Jesus at last. I was expecting the call. And I had been preparing my heart for years for that news.
But here I sit, 2 months later, and I confess that I still can’t take it in. It doesn’t seem possible that you are really gone. It feels like just the normal I haven’t seen you in awhile, but I will see you soon.
And Daddy, I miss you. Every single day, I am reminded of you in some way. Whether it was the way you ate your cereal on that old TV tray, the way you called me Becky Buster or singing a song and hearing your strong tenor singing along with me, you are never far from my thoughts.
I see you in my kids, Daddy. And I can’t even tell you how thankful I am that you held every one of them. You live on in a million little ways.
As I look out my window today, the leaves are changing colors. The sun is shining brightly, lighting them on fire. And I know that you would love this scene. You impressed a love for God’s creation on my heart and I can’t help but think of you when I see something truly beautiful.
Then I imagine what you are seeing right now. I see you looking on Jesus’ face, worshiping Him, praising Him. Oh, Daddy! I wish I could see what you are seeing. Your heart’s cry was always Give me Jesus! Knowing that prayer has been answered fills me with joy.
But it doesn’t change the fact that I miss you. My dear, sweet Daddy!
It seems impossible to express how grateful I am for you. Your love for Jesus, for the Word of God, for righteousness stands as a shining example in my life. I am compelled to pursue Christ, because I saw how it changed your life.
He is changing my life too, Daddy! It has been years since I have been able to have a deep conversation with you about the things of the Lord. But your words throughout my lifetime ring true. He is so worthy of our praise and adoration.
Daddy, I wish I could tell you what the Lord is stirring in my heart. I wish that I could tell you that I have started “our” book- that I am writing your story and my story all intertwined. My heart breaks knowing that I will never be able to share it with you.
But you taught me to be faithful and to seek God’s glory in all things! And so, I pray that my life would be lived in a way that honors your memory and that I would carry on the God-honoring legacy that you have left behind.
I love you, Daddy!
Always and forever,