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Our Father in Heaven

He is my quiet anchor in the storm.


Sometimes I think I can see His kind and knowing face in my mind's eye.


I spent the better part of the past 2 weeks visiting my earthly dad everyday in the hospital as he recovered from back surgery.


He is 89 years old and it wasn't as simple as we were hoping it would be but he made it out of the hospital and into a rehab facility nearby our home.


His and our goal is to get him back home with us as soon as possible but we are not out of the woods yet.


My earthly father is a pretty good reflection I think of Our Heavenly One.


Kind hearted.


My earthly dad is imperfect of course as am I and having lived together for some time now we know each others flaws pretty well and we love each other all the more.


The Heavenly Father is my personal mental and spiritual anchor though as I said before.

When I feel unnerved or out of sorts I can always look to Him no matter where I am and know that He is quietly watching over all of our lives.


Hopefully in those tough moments He can grace me with a quick all-knowing and all caring look (again in my mind's eye, i.e. my imagination).


Sometimes when I get to thinking I really long for that day when all of God's family will be reunited in His Kingdom.


Yes we work for that reality here on earth in our own families and communities that we belong to.


All I am comes from You Father and ultimately will return to You for fulfillment and everlasting joy.


Allow me the grace to work for your Kingdom here on Earth of love and peace and security for all.


How fragile life can be at time.


Allow us to care for one another with the compassion that You are in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.



 
 
 

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