I’m dipping a little bit lately.
It’s so easy for me to fall into the trap of worrying about Brad’s pain, our future, test results, whether we’re doing everything we can. Usually, I can fight back with prayer, focus, and truth. But sometimes it all balls up and feels like it’s chasing me and then I get a little discouraged. Right now is one of those times.
Really, it all boils down to one question that pops up like a whimper in my head: Does God have provision for us? Of course I know the answer is yes (this spoken by a quiet yet confident voice), but my feelings are still catching up to that truth.
This week, another voice has joined the rest of those, a voice that means more to me than almost any other: my Dad’s. All my life, my Dad’s voice has delivered funny stories, sad stories, Tarzan stories, lessons, words of love, and yes, edicts. I love talking to my dad and I love hearing his voice. And now, when I’ve really needed it, I keep hearing his voice in my head.
“What’s the most important thing to remember?”
“I don’t know, Dad, what is it?”
“To fear, love, and trust in God above all things.”
Dad randomly quizzed my siblings and me on that question throughout our childhood. Soon we caught on and answered it ourselves. What’s the most important thing to remember? To fear, love, and trust in God above all things. Don’t forget, it’s the most important thing.
I haven’t forgotten.
man, what a gift to have a dad like that, and what an honor to him that you still remember it and use it now. I’m praying for you, Joanna—hang on to Him.