Monday, June 11, 2012

The Voice of My Father~

My father passed away over seven years ago, and yet, at times, it seems as though time has stood still since I saw him last.

In my mind's eye, I can see him still -
sitting out on the back porch, 
legs crossed, 
one leg resting atop one knee.

And of course,
punctuating those long legs of his, cowboy boots.

One arm is resting on the arm rest,
while the other one,
 bent at the elbow,
is providing his head
with a bit of rest, too.

While I vividly recall his mannerisms and gentle ways, it is the words he spoke to me that I remember most. I think this is because he was a man of few words. Even now, I hear his voice of instruction, guidance, humor and spunk.

In winter: Don't forget to pack a sleeping bag in the trunk of your car.

In summer: If you get a flat tire, make sure when you pull over you aren't parking on tall, dry grass. You wouldn't want to start a fire. Oh....and watch for snakes.

In fall: Isn't that the prettiest harvest moon you have ever seen?

In spring: Watch for snakes. (Snakes seemed to be on his mind a lot). The weather is getting warm and they'll be coming out.

In conversation in our home: Talk nice.

When traveling: Don't drive too fast.

After dinner: How about warming us a piece of that peach cobbler and putting a little shot of ice cream on it?

When shopping: Let's just pop in here for a minute and see what they have.

When someone in our family was angry: Why are you mad at me? I didn't throw any rocks at your dog.

When referring to me: How's Daddy's Darlin'?

It is these phrases, these words, that now give me comfort, keep me packing a sleeping bag in my trunk during the cold months of winter, and smiling.

It is no different with my Heavenly Father. Every day, in my heart, I hear his voice speaking to me, too.

In relationships: Love another as I have loved you.

In trials: Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.

In decision-making: Acknowledge me and I will direct your paths.

In my mistakes: Confess your sins to me and I will forgive you.

In my fears: I didn't give you a spirit of fear. I gave you love, power and a sound mind.

In my day-to-day life: I am with you always.

I am so thankful for my earthly father. His wisdom and love guide me still.

Yet, I am most thankful for my Heavenly Father, the giver of all good gifts, the One who gave me the precious gift of my earthly father, the One who knows me better than I know myself.

It is HIS voice that leads me into the paths of righteousness.

It is HIS voice that leads me to my eternal home.

It is HIS voice I want guiding me each and every day~

(Reposting in honor of Father's Day this Sunday, June 17, and my Daddy's birthday, June 22)

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  1. This hit home. My dad died 15 years ago and I still vividly remember his expressions and mannerisms - his voice. My earthly dad wasn't a good one, but I am so thankful for our heavenly Father, for His voice, for His care, for His love. He always speaks - we need only listen. Thank you for this reminder!

  2. A wonderful post! And like Deirdra, I also can recall those expressions of my dad though he has been gone for 29 years! Mine were wonderful remembrances of a kindhearted earthly dad... so blessed I was.
    And like you with God speaking to me...
    It is HIS voice I want guiding me each and every day~

  3. Another beautiful message that hits home.


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