It’s been a year since losing Dad. I’ve been thinking about this topic a lot over the past year as I’ve stepped into speaking and writing more, as I’m ‘harvesting’ stories from my life.
I’ve also been considering of the value of fathers, not only for their own children, but the ripple effects of their investments as the children become fathers . . . and how worthy this day of celebration is.
I likely spent more hours with my dad than most girls since his job was home and I was the first born. I’ve often jested because of growing up on a farm, that I should have had an older brother, while inwardly cherishing the privilege of having had so much time with my dad.
You may see more posts on this topic in the future, and I’d love to read your stories of “Some Things My Dad Taught Me About God” in the comments or a blog post. 🙂
Here is just a tiny story from my ‘field’—>>>
“I’m going to put you on the rake today.”
It was our family ‘farm language’ I knew he meant I’d be driving the tractor pulling the hay rake, turning over rows of cut hay.
We kind of had our own language. [I discovered this whenever I was out in the world]
There is something wonderful about approaching a field of cut hay in summer . . . as we arrive through the opening in the tree-lined ditch, he stops the tractor and we step into the damp stubble between rows of cut hay. He grabs a handful of alfalfa, fragrant, and weighty from yesterday’s rain. Pulling the chunk apart to show me, “If we turn this over, we should be able to bale it in a few hours.”
We get back up on the tractor, but I’m the one in the seat now. I listened intently to his instructive words as I hear the eagerness in his voice, teaching me this new task, second-nature to him.
He tells me how to line up the rake with the row, where the wheels of the tractor should be in relationship to it. A simple pattern, except when it comes to the turns. Or the steep hills.
Dad sees to it that I know how to safely handle what he’s given me to do. And I spent hours driving around fields under open skies. Many of which I spent thinking about God.
From this one story, here are just a few of the things my dad taught me about God:
We have our own language.
He goes with me to the field.
He teaches me his ways.
He enables me to do what he instructs me to do.
He empowers me with the proper equipment.
He provides the fuel.
He is never far if I need him.
Remembering how my dad gave me everything I needed to accomplish each mission helps me be more confident of my Heavenly Father equipping me for every good work that He calls me to do. Ephesians 2:10
What have you learned about God from your Dad?
Here is an old song that played on the radio yesterday as Dale and I traveled to our nephew’s grad party. I shed a few tears as thoughts of my dad came, and thoughts of our parenting years -past- [email subscribers, click over to the blog for the song]
Happy Father’s Day!!!