Dad's Visit
I took my Dad to the airport to send him on his way a couple of weeks ago after he came to visit, and something remarkable happened. As he walked through the security check and gave me one last goodbye wave, I turned around to walk away and I started to cry. I cried, because I already missed him and I honestly didn't want him to go.
This is a feeling I've never had toward my father before. In my whole life up until now I would have never been sad to see him go. In fact, I would feel relief. So let me back up a bit and tell you happened that let up to that.
Dad visited us for almost three weeks. He went everywhere with me. If I went to campus, he went with me. If I was leading a Bible study, he came with me. We took a two day trip together simply for the sake of having an adventure. My Dad and I had never taken a two day trip together before this. Somewhere along the lines several conversations took place that allowed God's redemption to find it's way in the middle of our relationship.
I brought up a soccer game I had when I was in third grade. In this game I had scored a few goals, and played hard, only to be scolded later for playing like a sissy. After thirty minutes of his lecture about the way I played I was angry, and hurt. I turned to him and said, "I hate you." For a third grade kid that was very bold. It truly was the way I felt. Dad turned back to me right after I said that and said, "Well, then you are not my son."
Every since that day our relationship has been different. I have never felt liked by my Dad, only judged and looked down upon. But, one afternoon while on our 2 day adventure, that all changed. Dad, listened to me as I retold this story and he started to cry. He said, "I can't to anything to make what I did right, but I want you to know that I'm sorry and that it hurts me to know that you are still affected by what I said to you. I'm sorry."
He didn't try to reason away why he might have talked to a 8 year old boy like that. He hurt and was sorry.
The rest of our trip mirrored that conversation. We talked about all kinds of things including his divorce, my marriage, raising kids and so on. Nothing was off limits and for the first time I felt totally accepted by my Dad. The feeling is amazing.
I would never have thought that in my lifetime my dad and I would be reconciled like this. This has been such a great example of what God's redemption is like. He came not just to redeem our sin, but the effects of our sin as well. Not just the act, but the feelings of hurt and sadness that act caused.
So, this is a letter of praise. Praise God, for what he did in my relationship with my dad this last month. He is so good.
Since
