Thursday, May 13, 2010

The Waiting

Dear Dad,

It's been nearly three months since you left and the waiting to see you again is agonizing. Knowing I could live many more years without your presence is at once sobering and troubling. No one prepared me for the significant void left gaping open when you departed, for no one but you can fill it. Sure, God's grace is sufficient to deal with the pain associated with your departure, yet I find myself groping in the darkness of grief for some reassurance that it truly will be but a wisp of breath before we are reunited. To say I miss you is an understatement of severe magnitude.

Still, I know that I must wait, I must wait, I must wait. It is in the waiting that I confront how treasured you are, who you are, and where you are. I have to admit some level of jealousy knowing you are home in heaven where we all yearn to be, yet we remain on this side... waiting. I feel awkward enough writing you this letter, but it is way overdue. I have walked and slogged through grief unknown and need to let you know how very treasured you are in my life. Your love for me endures even the grave for it is a love only God can supply. Thank you, Dad, for teaching me to wait upon the Lord, for living this life in such a way to demonstrate such a waiting, and for loving me through the deepest pits of hell on earth.

Because of you, I can wait, I can wait for the day when I see you again, with your healing complete, and to feel your warm embrace, to hear your laughter uninhibited by the woes and sorrows of this world.

And so, I wait.

Thanks, Dad.


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