A Changed Vision

I'm very thankful to still have my father on this planet at the age of sixty-three.

Why do I say this?

My dad has lived his life to the highest capacity--or faster than a speeding bullet, some might say.

He is the most loyal person I have ever met. And is probably the most generous person I have ever come across in my lifetime.

I wasn't always proud to say that I loved my father for who he is and was at each stage of his life. Not the way he stood by me through very tough times, and times where I just made some very stupid mistakes.

I've seen my father age in the past few years that has opened my eyes to not only my shortcomings as a son, but a greater sense of love for a great man who's been seeking meaning in his life for many of years.

So many times in the past year, I've felt God stopping me in my tracks to show me how wonderful of a man he is, and how great he's always been.

I don't tell him I love him enough--it's just not in our comfort zone. Although I have told him four or five time in the last four months that brought a lot of peace to my heart.

God's cleared a vision that's been a little murky with pain and unforgiveness.

I'm glad I can see clearly.