Fathers & Daughters

God's reach amazes me everyday. Just a few days ago my sister-n-law shared her heartache as she grieved for so many. This morning I learned that my best friend's father most likely won't live to see the close of today.

There's some unspoken bond between Holly and her Dad, similar to the connection I shared with mine. Often we're not even aware it exists until we realize it doesn't exist for others. It's almost as though we are ingrained in one another, as Father and Daughter. Holly's Dad is one of her best friends. The two were, without a doubt, made from the same mold. There are several elements that make up one's character - some good, some not so good. With Holly, she has taken her father's good qualities and continues to make them great. His work ethic, his drive, his competitiveness and pride. There isn't anyone ever more proud of Holly than her Dad.

It's difficult to put your arms around God's plan. On one hand, when we go home we have every reason to celebrate. On the other, we always wonder what it would be like to have one more day. Holly, hold on to all of the wonderful things your father has given you, for his spirit will always live through you. There's just something special between Fathers & Daughters.

I love you Friendy.

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That sav’d a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears reliev’d;

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believ’d!

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come;

’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis’d good to me,

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease;

I shall possess, within the veil,

A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

The sun forbear to shine;

But God, who call’d me here below,

Will be forever mine.

John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­i­ver, 1779)