Memory in a frame

Last week I went through another bin in the garage of "stuff." As I unwrapped more framed pictures I came across one of my dad. My dad was a very small man, he was quiet, kind and a very intellectual professor. He died at the age of 62, when I was 22 years old. As I looked at the picture of dad tears filled my eyes and I missed him so much. I wanted him here to tell me that everything was going to be ok. I wanted to sit on the sofa with him and just talk. I wanted to tell him all about my spiritual journey and I wanted him to know that my husband ended up becoming a pastor. (My dad was one too.) I missed him so much and the longer I gazed upon his picture the more I missed him.

My dad knew the grace of his Father in heaven. He knew that when he died he would be rejoicing in heaven with Jesus. On my last visit that I would have with my dad he lay in his bed, at home, and spoke these words: "Father, I am ready to come home." What beautiful words for a daughter to hear. They are etched in my memory and I pray that in my last days I too will speak those words with rejoicing and with peace. On his grave were etched these words (he chose them.) "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you."

Below is a link about a little girl and her family who desperately need our prayers.
http://believingforaubrey.blogspot.com/

I also want to add that in this life in which I/we live all I want to do is worship Jesus. In every way worship him. I want to worship him as a wife, mother, grandmother, sister...Take a moment to watch and listen to this song (it was also posted on the link that I put up.) I want you to notice that while they sing the song that there are people of all ages and backgrounds around the room - all worshipping. It is so beautiful to me.

May God be praised - honored - worshipped - glorified - above all else in my and in your life.