I don’t have a long story to tell about 2018. It was definitely a year I care not to repeat, but also a year with immense lessons learned. Great opportunities and favor of open doors were extended to me this year. God’s grace and faithfulness were shown to me in ways beyond my imagination. I’ve also had my share of challenges with tears and checkpoint moments of loyalty and friendship.
This past month, having both parents hospitalized and emerge victorious declaring, “Life” causes my gratefulness to reach a level previously unknown to me. I’m grateful.
What most recently gripped my heart with love is a phone call from my father. He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease a little over 18 years ago. Despite the ravages of this dis-ease, I have also watched him endure attacks from people he has gone out of his way to help, been betrayed by friends/colleagues/and even a few members of his congregation, outlived being overlooked time and time again but he did it all pushing ahead, never seeking revenge and with a smile. However that is not what has most touched me. You see, for the past almost 35 years, I’ve watched my father serve in his role as a pastor, counselor, mentor, leader, role model and he is indeed yet all of those things. Last night I received a phone call from him as my Daddy. He loved on me in such an indescribable way that ministered to the hurt and abandoned areas of my life. I was rendered speechless. As tears flooded my eyes, I asked God how he knew exactly what to say to address exactly what I was battling through. God simply spoke, “He’s YOUR father. No sickness will abort what I’ve anointed and chosen him to be for YOU.”
I go into this year with new strength. I do not know what I will face in this coming year, beginning tomorrow. But just as my Dad spoke with me, I do know that I (and you) have a Father ready to minister to every area of our lives.
Happy New Year!