Yes I know, I’m a little late on the Father’s Day blog. Better late than never right?
When I think about Father’s Day, my mind always reflects on all of the great memories I have with my dad, and how blessed I am to have such a godly example for a father.
Like any other young man, I reflect on all my dad has taught me through the years such as how to ride a bike, how to tie a tie, how to drive, how to work hard, how to pull a trailer, how to shoot a gun, and started me into music and audio.
I also think of all the great experiences Dad and I have had such as all the road trips with just the two of us, all of the times as a teenager when he let me drive his truck (eventually telling me to quit asking, I knew where the keys were), the great ping-pong battles we have every holiday, the Christmas Eves we’ve spent playing music in his living room, and even all of the time we’ve spent working together on different projects over the years.
However, the greatest experiences, the moments I learned the most from, my favorite moments, were moments of prayer. Such a sweet familiar feeling. Times I would be in an altar, hands lifted, worshipping, or crying out to God, and then suddenly I would feel his arm fall across my shoulders, his embrace tighten, and then begin to hear as he would be there right beside me, praying with me. Nothing could replace these moments! Moments when I could hear my dad praying in the spirit, and feel his strong embrace, and know he was praying, he was fighting for me! I have known these moments throughout the years, and even recently, yet every time it brings great joy and thankfulness to my heart.
I’m so grateful for a father who not only prayed for me, but taught me how to pray for myself. He didn’t just stand in the background or pray from afar, but he was right there with me. Showing me, teaching me, including me.
Now as a 22 year old young man I have no doubt I can pray on my own, and even look forward to a day when I’ll have my own son to wrap my arm around and pray with. But I will never be too old, too mature, or too embarrassed, that I am not anything but humbled and grateful when I feel that arm reach around my shoulders, and hear that voice that to me, no matter what it’s saying seems to say “I’m with you, we can make it”.
I know I don’t express it enough, but I want to say how much I love and appreciate my dad. He truly is the best I could ever ask for.