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.”