Today would be that day.
Thirteen years ago today, one of the most important men in my life went home to be with the Lord. I lost my Daddy that day. I’m still not over it. I still grieve. I wish, almost daily, that he could have known my kids. I wish I had him to talk things over with.
I asked my husband last night if it will ever not hurt so much that Daddy is gone?
I’ve been a bit weepy all week. Just knowing that today was coming. Haven’t really talked about it with anyone because……..well, I think I’m afraid no one understands. That I will seem silly. After all, I am in my 40’s. I should be able to handle this right? I don’t know if I should be able to or not but what I do know if that today turned out to be not nearly as sad as I imagined.
I credit the Lord for this. I had mentioned briefly to two friends at church last night that today was the day and that I am just sad. Both emailed me today to say that they were, and would be, praying all day long for me. To my surprise (this shows how little faith I sometimes have) I only had moments of sadness. Only a few tears were shed.
That is the power of prayer! That is my God taking care of every little detail of my life; even my sadness. How awesome is that.
What a mighty God I serve!
Joy to You!