Father’s Day wasn’t so happy around here.
I’m living in an apartment about three miles from the family. My daughter was in the air returning from a mission trip to inner-city LA. One son was in jail for the weekend, and the other was waiting around for the air conditioning to get fixed. And the father? He ran around taking care of all of his family from many different angles…like the good man he is.
After a day of frustration and 100 degree temps without conditioned air, he had to pick up his wife and drive us both to the airport to get our daughter.
It wasn’t comfortable.
We try to make it comfortable, but it’s not. Yet.
We’re hoping that will change soon, but right now we seem to be stuck.
It was good to see Mags. She had a wonderful time on her mission trip and chattered all the way to the restaurant. We met up with my brother and his family, and her brother, the one in the heat at home, came along. We had a nice time together at Chili’s, chatting with all the kids (my brother’s four little ones…and a fifth on the way! 😯 ).
It was a nice couple of hours.
Maybe a reprieve for the weary broken father.
I hope so.
Then…like it never happened…we all piled into our separate cars and went our separate ways…
…to our separate homes.
Although we don’t know when it will be comfortable again, we do remain tied to one another.
Is it vows?
Is it love?
Is it sentiment?
Is it the children?
I’m not sure, but I think it’s God.
Life is a muddled mess right now.
But, I know, God has a way of cleaning up our messes.
If we allow Him.
It has been said, He is a gentleman. And…
He does give us freedom to choose. But…
I’ve learned (again) we don’t get to choose the consequences.
Please pray with us all.
For His will to be done.
And I pray that Christ will be more and more at home
in our hearts as we trust in Him.
May our roots go down deep
into the soil of God’s marvelous love.
And may we have the power to understand,
as all God’s people should,
how wide, how long, how high, and how deep
His love really is.
(from Ephesians 3:17-18)