“In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up….”
Since the year my father died, I have seen the Lord in ways I have never seen him before. In fact, on the day my father died, I saw man’s will completely surrender to God and it was a beautiful, heartbreaking experience.
My daddy’s final day on earth was much like his life. He rose early and worked long. What the doctors said would last minutes lasted for seven hours. At a time when many spent their final hours alone, the timing and special circumstances allowed Daddy to be surrounded by family and friends.
Daddy loved singing and storytelling. So we spent his last day doing just that. We held his hand and talked, shared memories, and sang.
Finally, as we sang “God Be With You ‘Til We Meet Again” he finally relaxed and fell into the arms of Jesus. It was a special, bittersweet moment.
It’s been a year and like Isaiah writes in Chapter 6, I have seen God in all His glory. I have not been as obedient as the prophet but I try daily to do at least one thing that would make my Daddy proud. I pray to have that “Here am I, send me” spirit that my father possessed in life.
This weekend, we will celebrate fathers and there are so many good ones! I certainly had a special one.
I look forward holding your hand again, Deacon Wyrick, and skipping around heaven with you.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.
And, yes, we’ll buy Victor something nice.
Since the year my father died, I have seen the Lord in ways I have never seen him before. In fact, on the day my father died, I saw man’s will completely surrender to God and it was a beautiful, heartbreaking experience.
My daddy’s final day on earth was much like his life. He rose early and worked long. What the doctors said would last minutes lasted for seven hours. At a time when many spent their final hours alone, the timing and special circumstances allowed Daddy to be surrounded by family and friends.
Daddy loved singing and storytelling. So we spent his last day doing just that. We held his hand and talked, shared memories, and sang.
Finally, as we sang “God Be With You ‘Til We Meet Again” he finally relaxed and fell into the arms of Jesus. It was a special, bittersweet moment.
It’s been a year and like Isaiah writes in Chapter 6, I have seen God in all His glory. I have not been as obedient as the prophet but I try daily to do at least one thing that would make my Daddy proud. I pray to have that “Here am I, send me” spirit that my father possessed in life.
This weekend, we will celebrate fathers and there are so many good ones! I certainly had a special one.
I look forward holding your hand again, Deacon Wyrick, and skipping around heaven with you.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.
And, yes, we’ll buy Victor something nice.
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