For Dad

Today would have been my dad's 74th birthday, but he's been gone for almost two years now. I'm not sad about this. Oh, don't get me wrong, I miss him terribly. I miss being able to talk to him on the phone, and sometimes, just hearing his voice. I miss how excited he would get over the little things. Well, things that might be little to you or me, but to a man in his 70's, with almost more health problems than you could count, taking 5 or 6 steps, or making dinner for Mom, were things to rejoice in, and to Praise God for, and believe me, he did.

But as much as I miss dad, I'm not sad. You see, I know right where dad is, and I don't mean his grave, because, you see, he's not there. Sure, his body is, and probably enough old wires from the old pacemakers to set off a metal detector, but my dad isn't there. My dad is in Heaven. It's where he lives now.

I know all of this because God blessed me with a Dad and a Mom who cared enough to take me to Church, and to tell me about Jesus. I learned a lot in Churches growing up, but not as much as I learned from asking mom and dad questions, and discussing things with them in order to gain a better understanding.

So, while I can't give dad a birthday present this year, what I can do is reflect on the wonderful gift of God that my dad shared with me.