Today I locked my keys in my car for the first time... not bad to have been driving 4 years and this was the first time. I immediately and panicking called my Dad. I think I will always call my Dad in emergency situations... I mean really, is there anyone else who would solve the situation??? As I sat there on the phone with him, I began to remember he lives a solid 9 hours away... still he listened and was ready for action and to help solve the delima.
I really love my Dad, I do. I am grateful for him. Even more, I am grateful and very excited about all that Jesus is doing in him. I am excited past all words for the commitment he has recently made to follow Jesus and pursue Christ, rather than all the religious crap that only breeds false repentance and mask wearing.
For days and nights an army of people have been praying over him. It is beautiful to watch Jesus once again prove himself faithful--in his ways, his timing, for his purpose, etc. Change is happening in my Dads life and I could have never thought or imagined it would be now, or in this way. I often find myself frustrated that I cannot be there to watch, be part and get messy in it all. But the reality is, I don't know that any of it would be happening if I was not 9 hours away.
It is funny how God works....I can pray change for them, and I become the broken one. Change also has come to my life, to my heart, to my desires. When I continually begged "Jesus, do anything/ whatever it takes to bring my parents into your presence"-- I was not ready for that to mean my discomfort and my inability. I did not expect others changes to have such effect on my life. I have experienced discomfort from decisions or laziness but this is a different discomfort-- a better discomfort. A discomfort I don't want to grow old. I was not ready to have no control, or ability to make my presence and thoughts known throughout.
Reality is... I am not the holy spirit. I have no control. My response must be trust and prayer. Jesus knows what he is doing, and he never fails me.
I really love my Dad, I do. I am grateful for him. Even more, I am grateful and very excited about all that Jesus is doing in him. I am excited past all words for the commitment he has recently made to follow Jesus and pursue Christ, rather than all the religious crap that only breeds false repentance and mask wearing.
For days and nights an army of people have been praying over him. It is beautiful to watch Jesus once again prove himself faithful--in his ways, his timing, for his purpose, etc. Change is happening in my Dads life and I could have never thought or imagined it would be now, or in this way. I often find myself frustrated that I cannot be there to watch, be part and get messy in it all. But the reality is, I don't know that any of it would be happening if I was not 9 hours away.
It is funny how God works....I can pray change for them, and I become the broken one. Change also has come to my life, to my heart, to my desires. When I continually begged "Jesus, do anything/ whatever it takes to bring my parents into your presence"-- I was not ready for that to mean my discomfort and my inability. I did not expect others changes to have such effect on my life. I have experienced discomfort from decisions or laziness but this is a different discomfort-- a better discomfort. A discomfort I don't want to grow old. I was not ready to have no control, or ability to make my presence and thoughts known throughout.
Reality is... I am not the holy spirit. I have no control. My response must be trust and prayer. Jesus knows what he is doing, and he never fails me.
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