Tuesday, August 18, 2015

August 10

As I sit here tonight with dad, watching, listening, anticipating the last breath, I am reminded time and time again of the days and nights dad sat with me as I labored with my children.

Each time patient and supportive. Loving, yet, scared himself it seemed to see his daughter in such pain....but anticipating the new life that would be brought forth.

Tonight, perhaps, we labor one last time together... anticipating new life. Anticipating a newness in a way that we can only imagine. Soon, he will be there...surrounded by my mother and my daughter. As sure as the sun rises and falls, he will experience life as never before...no more pain, no tears, no suffering.

What a day of rejoicing that will be!

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