I got some letters from my Dad yesterday. On the 6th anniversary of the day he went to be the Lord.
They were bundled together with a paper clip and labeled, “Letters from Daddy”. My sister found them recently in a box that had been stored in the back of our family attic for many, many years. I didn’t even know they existed until last evening. I opened the envelope and pulled out 11 typed letters that Dad sent to me when I was a little girl and he was traveling as an evangelist, preaching and telling people about Jesus.
“Hello there, rascal!”. (Really, I have no idea what he was referring to. Ha!)
“I am sitting here looking at your picture and hoping you are a good girl. I miss you and pray for you. Are you still praying for me?”
“Do you go to bed when Mommy says to? How about your prayers before going to sleep?”
“I pray for you everyday and hope you pray for me as well. We had a very good meeting in the church last night and many people asked Jesus into their hearts.”
“Hi there little Indian! I have your picture right up on my dresser and another at the church. Everyone always says what cute girls I have. Daddy is so thankful to Jesus for his three wonderful girls. Will you always be good and love Jesus so I can always be proud of you?”
“I’m so very proud of my girls. I wouldn’t trade them for any others in the whole wide world.”
As I sat on my couch, picking up and reading each yellowed and sometimes fragile letter, the tears spilled over. Six years to the day he was called to heaven, my Dad was now reminding me about his love for me, for our family and for Jesus. He was reminding me how he had prayed for me, how his greatest desire was that I loved Jesus too.
What a gift. An amazing, precious, delightfully surprising and unexpected gift. A testament to the answered prayers of a godly parent, one who never stopped bringing my name before the throne, one who never stopped wanting to see me walk with the Lord. I was too young at the time to appreciate it, or even comprehend it. But last night, decades later, it fed my heart in a way that’s difficult to put into words.
I’m in the middle of reading through the Bible again, something I’ve done several times before. I realized last night that my heavenly Father has left letters for me as well, reminding me how much He loves me, reminding me to be obedient, reminding me of how much I need Jesus. Maybe as I read through it this time, I’ll see it differently. I’ll see it as a love letter from my Father and know in a new way that I am precious in His sight.
Dad, I miss you so much sometimes it hurts. But thank you for all those years of prayers and love and laughter. Thank you for showing me the way to Jesus. I might still be a rascal sometimes, but I’m still walking with God and giving Him first place in my life. So thankful for those letters, so grateful for the promise of seeing you again!
I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth. 3 John 1:4
Therefore know that the LORD your God, He is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and mercy for a thousand generations with those who love Him and keep His commandments. Deuteronomy 7:9
Give thanks to the God of heaven.
His faithful love endures forever. Psalm 136:26