Last Note From Dad

This is a note I found in Dads office the night before he passed. The cancer in his brain effected his ability to write so it is a little choppy. Please take the time to read.
Randy Phillips
Stage Four Cancer- yes

I sense in others- “He is in denial!” Am l?

I think l realize that God could call me home! My wife, my children… Although not pleasant thoughts- this l know.. Psalm 119:68- (Thou art good, and doest good; teach me thy statutes.) – Good, Nahum 1:7 (The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, and he knoweth those who trust in them.) -faithful to His word and faithful in my life. If l depart early, l do not have rational reasons to believe that He will not be faithful to me- after as well as He has, and is now.

Secondly, years ago- Phil 4:6 (Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God.)

“Nothing”- everything l was fretting over

“Everything”- yep, every single thing on my list and God gave a promise to me. “The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”- and He did it. Many times since then..

So now, what should l do? Fret, fear, be anxious? What will it profit? One cubit? So, if you are one who thinks, “that poor soul, he is just in denial,” please know that what you see is not denial, it is the Almighty doing what He promised!

Little and the big- Elisha, ax handle, Asa, large army!

It’s been one week…

It’s been one week today since dad went to be with Jesus.  I’m back at work. In the past week I had a lot happen. It has passed as quickly as a vapor. I am a different man this Tuesday than I was last, and I thank God for that.  My father died in my arms. I built my father’s casket out of oak. I dug my father’s grave. I tucked my father in for the last time,  just as he tucked me in many times over the years. I carried his body with my eight brothers to where it will lay until the last trumpet sounds. I shook a thousand hands, I hugged a thousand necks, each one feeling they had lost someone as I had. I spoke at my father’s funeral service. I have shed ten thousand tears. I am happy and full of joy. I miss him more than I thought possible. “I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope” 1 Thes 4:13.”Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need” Heb 4:16. So, if you see me around smiling, laughing or singing as I go about my day, it is not toughness, it’s not distraction or denial. It is The Lord doing what he has promised, and if you see me around tearing up, choking up, or crying my heart out, it is not because I am in despair like those that have no hope, it is simply because I just miss the greatest man I’ve ever known: My Daddy.
Psalm 119:68, “Thou art good, and doest good; teach me thy statutes.” Nahum 1:7: “The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, and he knoweth those who trust in Him.”
Have faith in God. “… That the earth may know.”