This is my family we are in order from youngers to oldest, left to right kneeling then from my brother to my sister Standing right behind him then right to leftWell I’ve been trying to blog for the past 3 days. I start and end up not finishing it. So we are now on our way to Kenora and I brought the computer along. I have another hour so surely I can get this done.
I thought I was overwhelmed with all that needs to be done here and then Friday the 13th my Dad dies. My emotions have been all over the place this past week and a half. I had no idea it would be so hard. Let me back up a bit. Until I was in high school I thought my dad was perfect. I have to admit I was one of his favorite children. He taught me all all kinds of things. Like how to grease, change oil on his tractor trailer and how to drive it. Also how to plow, hire, disk and plant our fields. He never told me I couldn’t do something because I was a girl. Then in high school something happened that broke that trust. The next 25-30 years as the Lord and I (with Marvin helping ever so much) walked down the path of healing. It has been a hard path one that for a while I could hardly sit at the same table with my dad. Then after my mom died in 2000 he came to us twice and we had some long hard conversations. I must admit at times I was so angry I didn’t want to forgive but with Gods grace was able. The last time he came to see us as he left there was a huge sigh in my spirit I felt as though the Lord said it was finished. I had forgiven and healing had come. The past 4 years his mind had slowly gone down hill. When we visited him in November he never said my name although I’m sure he knew who I was. My prayer for the past four years was that he would not die until he was at peace with God My step sister who was with him one night when he was taken to the hospital said that he settled things that night that his mind was very clear . (whatever that means) Then at the funeral my sister said to the Lord “God I just have to know where he is’ She then saw a vision of my mother meeting my dad as he got to heaven, my mother was young and radiant. She had dad by the hand (he looked the same, old) and was showing him around heaven. As my sister shared this with 5 of us sisters at lunch we all began to cry, all saying yes, we had to know, and thank you Jesus! I had told my dad a long time ago that I was concerned for his salvation that even though all his life he lived as a religious man his heart was not pure and was he going to heaven?, he assured me that yes he was. It is so good to know that he is in heaven what peace it brings me. Now to the present: All 13 of his children and all 7 of his step children were able to be a both funerals, both in Ontario and Pa. There were tears and laughter. It was good to be with my family again.
I thought I was overwhelmed with all that needs to be done here and then Friday the 13th my Dad dies. My emotions have been all over the place this past week and a half. I had no idea it would be so hard. Let me back up a bit. Until I was in high school I thought my dad was perfect. I have to admit I was one of his favorite children. He taught me all all kinds of things. Like how to grease, change oil on his tractor trailer and how to drive it. Also how to plow, hire, disk and plant our fields. He never told me I couldn’t do something because I was a girl. Then in high school something happened that broke that trust. The next 25-30 years as the Lord and I (with Marvin helping ever so much) walked down the path of healing. It has been a hard path one that for a while I could hardly sit at the same table with my dad. Then after my mom died in 2000 he came to us twice and we had some long hard conversations. I must admit at times I was so angry I didn’t want to forgive but with Gods grace was able. The last time he came to see us as he left there was a huge sigh in my spirit I felt as though the Lord said it was finished. I had forgiven and healing had come. The past 4 years his mind had slowly gone down hill. When we visited him in November he never said my name although I’m sure he knew who I was. My prayer for the past four years was that he would not die until he was at peace with God My step sister who was with him one night when he was taken to the hospital said that he settled things that night that his mind was very clear . (whatever that means) Then at the funeral my sister said to the Lord “God I just have to know where he is’ She then saw a vision of my mother meeting my dad as he got to heaven, my mother was young and radiant. She had dad by the hand (he looked the same, old) and was showing him around heaven. As my sister shared this with 5 of us sisters at lunch we all began to cry, all saying yes, we had to know, and thank you Jesus! I had told my dad a long time ago that I was concerned for his salvation that even though all his life he lived as a religious man his heart was not pure and was he going to heaven?, he assured me that yes he was. It is so good to know that he is in heaven what peace it brings me. Now to the present: All 13 of his children and all 7 of his step children were able to be a both funerals, both in Ontario and Pa. There were tears and laughter. It was good to be with my family again.
Each day I choose to praise Him, the lover of my soul, my awesome God weather things are going good or not so good.
