Techno trouble kept me from writing last week (and of course lack of time). November is already here- how crazy is that!? My Dad's birthday was this past weekend (Fri.) so if you haven't wished him a happy birthday you might as well now, cause it's a long time until his next one (but what is a long time once you are as "experienced" as him??) Haha, I'm sorry, it will be a very long time before he truly gets old so...Happy Birthday Dad.
Actually, I was thinking of him this Sunday and how thankful I am for him, and how guilty I feel sometimes for taking advantage of his love for me. He really exemplifies Christ's love in that.
It wasn't the main point, but the story of the prodigal son was brought up in the sermon sunday. I love/hate reading that story. I always feel such an awkward, almost uncomfortable feeling, the Dad sees his son who has taken advantage and misused everything he had been given, and he runs out to meet him, picks him up, identifies him as a prized son by slipping a ring on his finger, and then celebrates without restraint b/c of the great joy his son has brought him. Just try and tell me that this father did not genuinely fret and think about his son every day he had been gone. That's when it gets me, what love is this?? That I should be treated with such disregard for what I've done. Unbelievable. Seriously tho, right? Unbelieveable?
I don't think so. Why? because I have felt this love. My own dad has demonstrated this love for me on many occasions throughout his long life. Imperfectly? Sure. We fought? Sure. But whether it's being ridiculously biased on my behalf in any little thing I do, or offering more and more even as I turn and misuse that responsibility. Whenever I come home from college I feel this, my dad is like my girlfriend and would hug me for hours until his muscles were too fatigued to squeeze. Yea, the whole family cleans up, and has a room ready (who woulda thought that can mean SO much??) But it's my Dad who, when I see myself as one day being as foolish as the younger son (although obviously I relate more with the elder;) I see this story in my head. And I know --exactly-- how my father would react if he ever saw me on my knees, if he ever saw me at the the bottom of a dumpster, or pig sty in this story. Even if there was no possile way he could help me he would try. No matter what it costs him, whether it was respect from family or friends, money, or time asleep or at work, he would give it in abundance to me when I neither have need, nor deserve it.
How incredibly blessed am I to honestly say this about a man in my life? How wonderfuly blessed?? Why me? Well, me because I will and have had the opportunity to show this love to others beside me, but I won't measure up to my dad's love, rather the love my heavenly father's love. That is the perfect love that my day thankfully learned from and was able to display to my family. Where would I be without my father's love? Where would WE be without our Holy Father's love?
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