My Father and Me

Today would have been my father’s 98th birthday. He only made it to 97. I say “only” somewhat in jest as we all know when the quality of life of an elder is compromised, then it seems okay to bid farewell.

I was a lucky girl. My parents loved each other and they loved us kids. I never doubted that I was special in their lives. As the only daughter, I certainly felt some extra love and care from my earthly father. Knowing a loving father on earth makes it easy to comprehend a loving father in Heaven.

People have said I have features like my dad’s and mannerisms like my mom’s. If I think about my father’s features I may think about his cheek bones and his nose and possibly his eyes.

As I consider my Heavenly Father, I want HIS eyes, too.

Some of the lyrics of a beautiful song that came to me in my writing today are captured below. It’s an Amy Grant vocal written by Gary Winthur Chapman about the kind of eyes she wants, hopes and prays to have. They are not a unique color, or shape and may not be the best feature of her face, but indeed they would be the best feature of her life.

My own father taught me many things and I miss his presence in my life.

My Heavenly father teaches me every day how to live and love if I am open to his ways.

For God’s care and the words below I say Amen!

Partial lyrics and a brief video clip are captured below for your inspiration!

Enjoy!

I may not be every mother’s dream for her little girl
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world
But that’s all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say

She’s got her Father’s Eyes
Her Father’s Eyes
Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around
Eyes that find the source of help
When help just can’t be found
Eyes full of compassion
Seeing every pain
Knowing what you’re going through
And feeling it the same

Just like my Father’s Eyes