One of the contributing factors was the way I was touched this year about being the father to my wonderful kids. Looking back down the road that led to this moment is like stopping at a vista overlook atop a mountain and seeing the road below that you had just been on. It twists and turns and disappears into the trees and valleys just to reappear where you don’t expect it.
Memories come flooding back of the hard times when we panicked because we thought we were lost and the timid confidence when we finally found our way.
Times when the trees formed a tunnel that blocked the sky only to give way to sunshine that made us squint just to see the road.
The rest stops that let us stretch our legs, grab a snack and prepare for the next patch of road.
The subtle and steady rise in the road as the mountain loomed large in the windshield that made our pulse quicken only to realize just how far away we still were.
The narrow roads with amazingly dangerous drop-offs that made me slow our pace and put both hands on the wheel.
The disbelief of the claimed summit and the view that fills our soul with God’s wonder.
This Father’s Day, my soul was filled with God’s wonder of being a dad and husband to the best family on the planet. In my wildest dreams, I never would have been able to predict just how FULL my heart is and how blessed I feel.
At the same time, there’s a twinge of sadness because I don’t have the chance to celebrate my earthly father. His death when I was a boy has left a hole in my heart that I still feel some 33 years later. But just a twinge…
Thanks are in order to my lovely wife for celebrating me, loving me, respecting me, and placing her trust in me as I place my trust in my Heavenly Father to make the road down the other side of the mountain a journey filled with strength, courage and wisdom. May we keep our eyes fixed on Him as we put one foot in front of the other on our way Home…