My Father’s Voice
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”
John 10:27
Recently, I needed to clear some space in my voicemail so I started listening to old recordings and deleted several.
Some will never be deleted though, no matter how old.
They are my father’s voice, his last recorded messages to me.
They range from a Happy Birthday message to the one detailing an upcoming trip to his Oncologist…
The appointment at which we learned there was nothing more to be done. No more treatments.
I always want to remember my father’s voice.
He was perfect.
Don’t misunderstand. He was not a perfect man.
He had his vices including a significant stronghold he could not claim victory over.
What I remember with gratitude though, is how…
He provided for our family,
Played catch in the front yard,
Drove to countless sporting events,
Played the piano,
Helped me get my first car,
And the second,
Taught me the value of hard work through doing chores,
Taught me not to be a quitter,
Valued academic success,
Loved me even when I messed up,
Especially when I messed up,
Walked me down the isle,
He was not a perfect man, but he was a perfect father for me, shaping me into the person I am today.
I want to remember to listen to his voice.
I want to listen to my heavenly Father’s voice too.
There is so much competing noise. We have to consciously pause and be still to hear Him.
He is perfect; what He says and what He does, in every way, all of the time.
I want to listen not only to hear Him, but also in order to follow Him.
All His ways are worth following.
I don’t know what comes to mind when you think of your own father. It could be that you struggle to want to remember at all.
But may this Father’s Day be a reminder to us to listen to our heavenly Father’s voice, and follow Him.❤️
