I don't think there is a more heart-breaking sight than that of the strongest man you've ever known, who picked you up and carried you up the stairs as long as time and gravity would allow. The man who threatened all the boys who picked on me in school that he'd sit on them, and to this day still threatens that. The man who taught me about God, and faith, and love, and hope. The very same man who taught me how to laugh, and was strong for me when I couldn't be...
That man. I saw him cry today.
It was weird, the roles were switched for once. I picked him up, I had to try to figure out how I could be strong for him, how I could show him that same salvation and rescue that he showed and shows to me every single day. And I realized, I got nothin'
Hey Jesus, this is where you come in.
Today was a wonderful and much awaited confirmation that the Lord is in constant control of my life. He places people, conversations, and situations divinely and He opens up our eyes.
There are no limits to what He can do.
I'll be strong for my dad, I'll pray, and I'll love him back with all that I have because of the love he continues to give me and will give until there's no more left to give.
Goodness, gracious. All those "you's" that have broken, are breaking, and will break my heart, you can't touch me.
Hosanna.
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