This week marks the first year anniversary of my Dad's passing. He was one of the most precious gifts in my life and it has been difficult to say goodbye. He was my Barnabas, a strong encourager. As I walk through this sometimes challenging journey of motherhood and raising a child with special needs, I try to hear his voice telling me to celebrate, not to analyze too much and to open my eyes to the rich blessings before me and an exciting life uncharted. A hard working and loyal family man, he embraced the important things in life: loving deeply and living fully no matter what the cost or difficulty. He has left a lasting impression on my life and the lives of my family.
The pain of missing him sometimes comes with such force that I am swept off my feet. I wonder how much longer grief will come to visit? But on the many days when the sun still shines, I am also gratefully aware of the seeds of love and care my Dad tucked into me while he was yet living. These things continue to grow in me and are shared with those I love and cherish.
Thank you Lord for the gift of a loving father.
3 comments:
This is a beautiful reflection, Jenn, and it's true these things are surely a part of you - as one of the ones you love and cherish with such affection, I can always feel the encouragement that you bring, inspiring us all to care more deeply. Love you!
oops, that was from me, too, Jenn.
Faith
I miss Uncle Cal too, Jenn...wow, a year?
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