I visited my 88-year-old mother over Memorial Day weekend, taking her to visit my dad’s grave (he was a World War II Veteran). Lots of memories of my early days at home flooded back as we chatted about dad, home, family, and life changes. I recalled special times around the dinner table, road trips to visit scenic sites in Colorado, singing together as a family, my dad letting me “fix” his wavy hair as he lay on the floor, dancing with him with my feet planted on top of his, and so many more fun memories. One of the most precious memories are of all the times I took my “God questions” to him for his wise counsel.
I have lots of life questions these days, and it’s in times like these I realize there really have been 8 long years that have passed since he went to be with the Lord – and I miss him.
Dad taught me a very valuable lesson through my childhood and into my teen years. He would answer my questions, but often by directing me to seek those answers for myself in reading my Bible. I always saw both my parents in the first moments of every day, sitting alone in their own special spots, Bibles open or their heads bent in prayer as they would meet with God. I learned early from them, that God wants to answer my prayers and longs to have me meet with him as I read his Word or listen for the Holy Spirit’s still small voice.
I don’t always have the time for the deep study or meditation my heart longs for, but I have discovered through the years that even when I meditate on a single verse of scripture, it will often come back to me in meaningful ways throughout a given day. And, even some of the verses I memorized as a girl will float back to mind, bringing me comfort, assurance, or peace just when I need them. Although I miss my dad, I am so very grateful he taught me how to meet with God! – Judi Brandow, Communications Specialist