I was thinking about my dad the other day, well actually I think about him every day, but something just kind of clicked this time.
When I was a teenager, I was in A LOT of activities: band, theater, choir, dance, etc... And even though none of those were really his idea of fun, he came to all of them.
My dad worked long hard hours so sometimes he'd lovingly grumble about other things he'd rather be doing, but nonetheless he always came.
And at the time, I took it for granted. I thought all dads did that. But as I've gotten older, I realize not all dads do. And part of me can really understand. As a mom, sometimes I get tired of going to sporting events, car shows, and the such. They're not my cup of tea. But then I remember how my dad went out of his way FOR me. Even when he didn't love the event, he went because he loved me.
My dad wasn't great at saying I love you, but his actions spoke louder than words.
I'm still learning from him even though he's been gone for over 7 years. Saying I love you comes easy for me, but I still want to make sure that my actions match my words. I hope that long after I'm gone, my kids (and their kids) realize that I loved them even more than they knew.
And I hope it all points them directly to the One who loves us all more than we can ever know.
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Eph. 3: 17-19
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• Sep. 18, 2009 - From Kari