Nobody really prepares you for that time in your life when the roles are reversed and the strongest man in your earthly world begins to weaken.
This is happening right now to me, and being an eye witness to it is almost suffocating.
A man characterized by the tenacity, internal fortitude and hardworking grit of three men, a man with a strong constitution, always in-charge, has an answer and a plan for every situation (even when you didn't ask), a born leader, never ever give up attitude, GPS in his brain (he knew every exit number of every toll road by heart), shoulders strong enough for all of us to lean on...
Don't misread this; he's not acutely ill, but I see changes in him - and it feels way too soon.
In what seems like the time when I need my daddy the most, when I'm wrecked and tempest-tossed, to whom can I turn?
The answer: Jesus. The byproduct of watching my hero grow frail - it causes me to fall harder into the strong arms of my Heavenly Father, staying low and dependent on Him which is ultimately where I should seek safe refuge.
Proverbs 18:10
"The name of the Lord is a STRONG TOWER. The righteous runneth into it, and is safe."
This is one of his favorites he quoted me yesterday. And from the KJV. ALWAYS the KJV...
"So shall they fear the name of the Lord from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord shall raise up a standard against him." Isaiah 59:19
