First off, I love how the Lord tells me to do stuff I don't want to do. I always feel better after choking down some pride and doing good for others. thanks father. I pray that it touches his heart in the way you intended it to.
So, this past weekend I stumbled across a few old VHS's at my parents house. One being my first birthday...December 23, 1988. Excellent year. haha. So I brought it back to my apartment and watched it.
I haven't cried that hard in a long time. Over two years ago the image of my father was hideously distorted...following choices he made and acts he committed. I no longer saw him as a father...but as a stranger I did not like living in the same house with me. After not speaking for several months, it is needless to say our relationship has never recovered. I turned to God to find the father I had so tragically lost. In Him I finally found the love that was robbed from me. thank you Lord.
Watching the video of my first birthday struck me as an earthquake within. Shots of my father holding me, laughing with me, and making me 'fly like an airplane' shifted the place of hate and anger reserved for him in my heart. I know now how much my father loves me, even though he may not always show it. He has made his mistakes just as I have mine. It is time to let go...time to forgive. Even as I write this I drown in my own tears of sadness and of renewal. I am learning to love again. And it is hard. It is a fantasticly beautiful pain. Of all the gifts God has given me, the ability to have freedom from hate is my favorite. His love is enough for me. It is by no means easy to walk into the light and away from the darkness in our lives...
but i'm beginning to crawl.
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