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4 months with Jesus….

March 5, 2012

it was the oddest thing. totally unexpected.

i was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes—just thinking about the circumstances that surround my life right now—when out of the blue came the thought that i should call my dad and share my heavy heart with him.

as quickly as the thought came, it was gone—and i was stunned. and speechless.

not only has it been 4 months since dad went home to be with Jesus, but it’s been at least 5 years since i’ve been able to talk to him on the phone.

and yet i can remember the many times i called my dad, knowing that he would listen and offer wise, encouraging counsel.

our conversations would always end with me feeling refreshed and encouraged.

i can’t believe it’s been 4 months since dad died.

so much has happened since then, almost making it seem as though he’s been gone for years.

and yet a picture of him or a memory can jar me back to reality and the tears easily fall.

he’s with Jesus, and i am so happy for him. theres no better place for him to be.

but i miss him.

i’d love to hold his hand again and just feel the warmth of his skin.

my dad is my hero. he was when he was here, and he is even now while in heaven worshipping Jesus.

 

**i’m linking up with Ann today for multitudes on Monday’s….counting his many blessings:

….weekends filled with family time
….watching sweet 11- year-old girls, innocent and giggly
….weight watchers
….gluten free goodies
….a cozy fire and the Walton’s on a lazy Sunday evening
….the energy of a five-year-old boy
….blogging
….chocolate
….more in love than ever with my husband/best friend
….redeemed

 

 

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. roseann elliott permalink
    March 5, 2012 4:11 pm

    oh sweet…what a gift to have a dad like that…sorry for your loss…blessings~

  2. March 9, 2012 4:49 pm

    I have a friend that I has been with Jesus for 10 years now and when I go through my mental list of old friends (that I’m not “friends” with on facebook) wondering how they are or what they’re doing, he’ll sometimes pop in my head and I’ll wonder how he’s doing before I remember that he’s doing perfectly. He left little fragments of himself on my heart. Thank you for sharing.

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