It seems so unreal…this time last year I was cutting up with my dad and enjoying his company. Who knew it would be completely different the next year. It’s been over seven months since he passed away…the one who picked me up after school, the one who always fell asleep in his recliner, the one who made our porch into a virtual jungle, the one who always had his coffee cup within arm’s reach, the one whose voice blended so well with my mother’s and mine. It’s amazing how quickly a day of celebration can become a day of reflection and mourning. It’s amazing how brief our lives on this earth truly are. It’s amazing how smoking can tear a family apart.
What kind of legacy are we going to leave when our time comes? When we take that final step into eternity, are we going to be able to look back on our lives with a feeling of satisfaction, or will we leave with a feeling of regret? It all depends on the choices that we make. We aren’t promised tomorrow or even the next breath, but that doesn’t mean we need to mope about our inevitable end. We need to live life to the fullest while we still can, seek the Lord’s direction in every situation, and live our lives completely for His glory, because in the grand scope of eternity, nothing else really matters.
While I don’t have an earthly father anymore, I do have a Heavenly Father Who can’t wait to wrap His arms around me and tell me everything is going to be alright. He’s the only reason I’ve been able to survive this storm. The sorrow may last for the night, but His joy comes with the morning. Every day He refreshes my spirit, even on tough days like this. He is my reason for living, He’s my reason for breathing, He’s my reason for being, and though there are still going to be rough waters, my Anchor will always hold firm.