A Man Called Dad

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Dad, Mentor and Best Friend

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To God be the glory for my father’s love;

I celebrate Father’s Day with this in mind.

I offer all honor and praise to You above

For the rich treasures in my dad that I find.

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First and foremost I see his deep Love for You

That You placed within his spirit a long time ago.

His faithful Obedience follows this love so true

Reflecting the fruit of Your Word here below.

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His Reverence for life is so dear to his heart

For You have so blessed him with Your reality.

His endless Devotion to You plays a major part

In his constant practices of impartiality.

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It’s impossible to put into words what I truly feel

Towards my dad, my mentor, that You did send.

So I leave this with You, Lord, as at Your feet I kneel,

Thanking You for this precious dad. . . my best friend!

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© 1998 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved and observed

Written for Dad, Virgil S. Webster

Father’s Day, June 21, 1998

(Dad went home to be with the Lord, 2008)

 

“Read With Dad”

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I’ve been a note-er forever, and one of my favorite places to take and make notes is my Bible.  When I come across sacred tidbits, I leave behind notes on the side margins of the pages.  I underline also!  And highlight! And use sticky notes too.  These notes are little oasis that succor me with special nourishment when God and I are one.

My dad and I shared our Bible reading over the phone for years when he lived in Ohio and I in Michigan.  Our favorite devotional, Our Daily Bread, was read, the topic discussed, then we closed in prayer to end the day.  After saying “Good Night, Dad” I would hang up the phone and mark the scripture we shared with a little note, “_/_/_, read with Dad.” 

Dad passed on three years ago and sadly we weren’t able to share deeply for many years before that, as Alzheimer’s disease slowly robbed him of his ability to converse.

 

 As I continue to read and study my Bible today,  what joy and warmth flood my heart whenever I come across a verse with the old familiar marking,  “…read with Dad.”

I wonder if somewhere in that holy realm above is….  

 

Ssh…!

 

I think I hear him …

 

“Good night, Dad!”

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