One Year

This day, one year ago, in the wee hours of the morning, my Father realized his new kingdom.

This has been one of the hardest years of my life, which says a lot since most other years have been filled with trauma.

I just returned from lunch with a friend/slash co-worker. She remembered that this was my Father's one-year anniversary. As I shared with her my current emotional and spiritual state, I shared the news of the kingdom as well. It was not planned.

One the car ride back to the office I felt slight shame for feeling the way I do and trying to share the kingdom at the same time. And then a thought entered my mind. I was reminded of Jesus being in need of water and in his need he supplied water for woman at the well.

I miss my Father greatly. I miss him even more when I think of all the mistakes I made toward him or the hurts I caused him.

This afternoon I will visit his grave with my mother.

Please think of us. Please pray for us. Please think of my father and his joy.