Recognizing His Presence

For some reason, I have been thinking a lot about my father lately. He passed away a couple of years ago and I realize even more now that he is gone, that he was our rock. He was the paternal presence that held our family together. He was honest, generous and hard working and he expected nothing less from his children. He was also funny and wise and was a great story teller. We all respected him and he was a steady presence in our lives.

So when I had a dream recently that I walked into my parent's home and Dad was sitting in his chair in the living room, I felt such joy and relief. With tears of joy, I ran up to him and said, "I am so glad you're back!" I couldn't get over the sense of relief that I felt. Dad was back - he could help to once again carry the burdens of our family. He could direct us and unite us and strengthen us. How blessed I am to have had a Dad as I did. He taught me the love of a father, which paved the way to my love for God, my heavenly father.

I continue to count the gifts. And as I do, I realize that as I recognize the gifts in the everyday, I am ultimately recognizing the presence of Christ who gives the gifts. I often do not see Him. I do not feel Him near. But the gifts I count, are His presence! And with each gift I say to Him, "Lord, you're back!" Then He gently whispers to my heart, "I never left." Because He never does!

So I continue to recognize, to count, to give thanks...

61. party planning with my sisters
62. the cheery feeling that bright, colorful scrapbook papers give me
63. afternoon naps
64. our oldest son starting his dream job
65. reconnecting with old friends
66. my Lenten journey of prayer and fasting that draws me closer to Christ
67. drinking at the well of His word when I read the Bible
68. sweet strawberries fresh from the market

69. our youngest son achieving honour roll status
70. our oldest son calling to ask my opinion about something (yes... he still needs me!)