Whatever is Pure, June - July 2003

A Dad After God's Own Heart

Between my surgery and my first chemo therapy I was having a bit of a pity party. I asked God to give me a glimpse of  His love for me. He responded by asking a question - Do you know how much your dad and husband love you? That love combined is just a glimpse of how much I love you! I became undone in an instant and overwhelmed with God's love. I knew how much these two men of GOD loved me. They have known me in my strength and in my weakness and they still love me. Many times over my life I have reflected how blessed I was to have a dad like my heavenly father. This is a world where so many have a very poor role model for a dad or do not even know their dad.

My dad has shown me a glimpse of what my Heavenly Father is like:

First my dad placed a great importance on family and relationships within the family. I love getting together with my dad and family! Those great hugs when we say hello and goodbye. What a gift! I cry just thinking about being held by my father. God has a passion for His people and places high value on families. He placed his only Son in a human family and trusted that relationship.

My dad's love is unconditional, endures all things, committed, kind, bears all things no matter what my state or what choices I make in life. He delight's in his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. This is just a taste of God's love for us.

My dad is an encourager, believes in me and is a lifetime member of my fan club. When I fell as a little one those big hands would pick me up and now those hands fold in prayer when I stumble or I am sick. One of the prayers that sticks out in my mind is when I became a single parent: " Lord do not take away the pain but show her how to manage the pain." In heaven not only God is cheering me on to run the race of life but He is surrounding us with a cloud of witnesses cheering us on.

My dad listened and communicated wisdom when I asked for it. One of the best parts of the day, when it is possible in such a big family, is to get up early in the morning and have coffee with my dad alone. We would talk about life and he would share his wisdom. Invariably in the conversation he would say GOD IS GOOD. When I wake in the morning I spend time with my heavenly father who shares wisdom, insights when I ask for them and I take time to listen. Many lessons are learned as I dig in the soil and pull weeds. God Is Good!

My dad encouraged me not to spend all my free time with Christians and in the church as I grew up. I also observed how he could strike up a conversation with any person no matter their age, color, job, intellect … I understand why he did that now. God wants me to be in the world but not of the world.

Caregiver is one of the strong attributes of my dad that I witness in the caring for my mothers, feeding us now and forever from the garden, watching out for us. He gave me two beautiful mothers and wonderful sisters oh ya brothers too.

This is just a glimpse of my father and what I love so much about him. Thank you Dad for being you!

© Bonnie Jean. Permission not granted for reprint or forwarding.

To read more about Bonnie's victory over cancer, read the February 2003 issue of Whatever is Pure.


The Most Peaceful Place Is In The Middle Of The Storm.

  Who hears the whisper in the roar of the crowd?
Why bother to read lips when one's talking aloud?
Is the heat from fireplace felt when the weather's warm?
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.

What's one drop of water unless the throat is scorched?
In the height of daylight why carry a torch?
If everything is perfect why bother with reform?
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.

I don't crave for manna when my belly is full
Or pray for strength when I've nothing to pull
There's no need to practice if I'll never perform
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.

Why do I need faith if my requests are met?
Why make deposits if I've incurred no debt?
Don't we appreciate the rose because of it's thorns?

© Annette M. Parrott
at annette@mindspring.com
for permission to use this poem

As of May 2012, "WHATEVER IS PURE" ARCHIVES will no longer be seeking submissions. As most authors and poets now have their own blogs, we noticed a significant drop in submissions over the past year and felt it was best to move on to other endeavors.








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