My Father’s Eyes

It’s been a year since my dad passed. Seems odd that I am not making plans for a road trip to visit him. Seems odd we are not chatting by phone and I am not sending him cards, notes or homemade cookies by UPS.

A noticeable thing about my dad were his eyes.

My father’s eyes were expressive– almost vocal. They sparkled when he was happy, they seemed to darken when he was worried and they were droopy when he was tired. He had little wrinkles around his eyes that were prominent when he laughed, which was a sign that over the years he’d had lots of laughs. His eyes had a little mischief in them when he wanted to tell a funny story or tease someone he loved.

That is the description of my earthly father’s eyes.

My Heavenly Father also has eyes.

I referenced the Amy Grant song before on this website. In her song FATHER’S EYES, she speaks of:

“Eyes that find the good in things when good is not around. Eyes that find the source of help when help cannot be found.”

That speaks of God’s vision in our day to day worlds. It also speaks of my dear dad.

Dad, while here on earth you were a source of help and you often said good things when others did not. Now I must rely on those memories for sustenance and motivation.

You have been gone a year. Your grandchildren are all busy with careers and occupations. Your great grandchildren are busy learning, laughing and walking and talking and telling tales and dreaming dreams. Your eyes would be taking in all you could possibly observe if you were here with us. We miss your presence.

Still, we believe God gives you glimpses of us and day in and day out you truly are never far away because you reside in our hearts.