Tomorrow is my birthday.
Birthdays are a bitter-sweet thing for me. They weren’t always, but they always will be.
A day of celebration was quickly turned to tragedy on my 27th birthday. I got news that my dad had a massive stroke. He was already very unhealthy from Crohn’s disease, and his body could not fight back. Two days later, he went to be with the Lord. And I miss him.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have the kind of relationship that I desired until much later. But through the grace of God, I got to spend the last year and a half of my dad’s life developing the type of father-daughter relationship that all girls crave.
Since then, I’ve been taking consolation in Psalm 68:5-6, that says:
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
God sets the lonely in families,
he leads out the prisoners with singing;
but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.
I have an Abba Father. He loves me so much that He has put people around me who love me and care for me. He led our family through a very dark time and has shown Himself to be so faithful. So even though my heart aches this time of year, I am so thankful for the time I had with my father that my Father gave to me. God knew how much I would treasure those last moments in my heart.
Someday I will get to see my dad again. Until then, I know my Abba has me in His hands.