Being hundreds of miles away from my family, I wasn't able to see my dad today but we chatted it up over the phone. He later called me up to thank me for the "high pressure water blower" that we all chipped in and got him. His thanks continued by listing all of the exciting things he can use it for "the house at the lake could really use this on the deck, it will be put to lots of good use when I clean our driveways, of course Bock Property Management will have to borrow it from time to time, and the suburban really needs a wash - that will probably be the first thing I use it for!" He seems genuinely full of gratitude.
At some point during his list of uses for his gift, my heart felt incredibly touched. I quickly got off the phone as to not give away what I was feeling. A mixture of sadness, thankfulness, and feeling moved to do something about it.
I know there are a lot of great dads out there, sorry that none of them compare to mine (only kidding, kind of). My dad is the hardest worker I know. He has not had an easy life but I have yet to hear him complain. He has devoted his life to loving the Lord and has given his life for his family, for them only to take advantage of and deceive him. What kind of daughter am I? If he only knew how much I love him and how, now being so far away, I see what he does.
My fingers are crossed that he will make it out here this summer. How I would love to set up an agenda that he would love, all (or most) expenses included. No planning or work required on his part. After taking some time to think about how I've been blessed, I feel challenged. I can only hope, dream my life will be as powerful in the lives of others.
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