Installment nineteen, in a 31 day series, Forgotten or Chosen?
[If you’ve missed previous days, click here]
My Father Thinks of Me
We went to breakfast and we look alike! Over hash browns and eggs we discussed our lives, where we work, who we love, and what makes us happy. Our sisters told us stories about growing up with our father.
They told us about the locked box.
He had a locked box he had carried with him during every move. He kept it close, by his side. Other things were tossed aside and forgotten. But the locked box, he would never let it go.
The contents had a special place in his heart.
The locked box held the secrets of another life. He kept the contents safe and contained in the locked box and told no one. He couldn’t bear to open the box, everything would spill out and who knows what would have happened. It would have been messy, just too much to deal with. Years went by and the tiny faces smiling back at him became harder to face. He no longer opened the box.
Until one day, just before he died, Stacie asked about the locked box with secrets inside. And she asked, “Who are Tony and Nancy?”
My father replied, “They are my children.”
My father thought of me.
My Father thinks of me:
“For I know the plans I have for you” says the Lord, “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11 NLT
Meditate on this message of hope:
“This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life.” John 3:16, The Message
This message changed the world…the message changed me.