| I still get freaked out about life and the future. Especially life without my dad. I think about the future and dream big things for my life. And then I’ll remember that my dad isn’t there with me. That he’s not there to cheer me on or celebrate with me or cry with me. He was one of my closest friends, and sometimes it’s still hard to believe that he’s not there anymore. I don’t know why, but this has been crossing my mind a lot lately. And there are moments that I break down and cry. Because I still do miss him. Even in this, though, I feel my Papa holding me close. Every day, especially days like this, He reminds me that He is my Perfect Father. He’s got me. And He lavishes His love on me. He listens to me. He cheers me on and pushes me into newness and beauty. He reminds me to take risks and live life to the fullest. Because that’s when He receives glory and honor–when I choose to fully experience what He’s so generously given me. I have to remind myself that it’s okay to still feel these emotions. It’s okay to still miss my dad. Because he was so important in how The Lord chose to shape me and mold me. He is part of my story. It’s been almost 2 years since I said goodbye to my sweet daddy. How the time has flown by. But then there are still those days where I miss him exponentially more than others. Instead of months or weeks, we’re down to days. My Jesus continues to heal my heart from that brokenness. It’s a beautiful thing. |
