If my memory is to be trusted, I spent a good portion of my childhood taking long walks in the woods with my dad.
Now, as a grown woman with a child of my own, 99% of me is settled and content in my own home but the remaining 1% will always be homesick for things like those woods and those walks with my dad.
I love his scent of fresh coffee and the feel of his well-worn L.L. Bean jacket.
I like to soak up his wisdom. Everything that is right and lovely in my life is amplified when I am one-on-one with my dad.
He makes a person glad to be alive-to walk with him is to know goodness and love and the kind of comfort that seeps down deep and whispers: “everything is just fine.”
“everything is as it should be.”
“everything in its due time.”
I am sometimes asked why I have such a strong faith in God-how I am able to believe.
Today I think it is because I know the love of a father. I know how big it is; the immeasureable length of its patience and grace.
How blessed I am that my dad has loved me so deeply in this life that it is possible for me to begin to comprehend the limitless love of our Heavenly Father.
Thank you, Dad.
I love you,