It is not that I love my father more than my mother. To pick a “favorite” parent is like a good mother trying to choose her favorite child. One may bring laughter wherever they go, so when she is feeling low, that child may be her favorite. Another may be a musician and can make you dance even in troubling times. While yet another child is calm and can soothe frazzled nerves the moment they walk through a door. To choose a favorite child or parent, well I just cannot do it. I love each as they are and for who they are. Each brings love and lessons into my life. Each occupies my entire heart.
My father is was the standard I measured every other man by. My father was loving, strong, protective, giving, intelligent, funny, and so much more. I miss him every single day. Even in the middle of his cancer battle, his thoughts were not for himself but for those he loved. I know he was in pain but he never complained in my presence. I know he was fatigued but remained buoyant during my visits with him. I know he was scared but no one would ever know it. He wasn’t scared about what would come after death for him, he had secured his Heavenly location years earlier at the age of Nine. His fear was what would become of those whom he loved and would be leaving behind.
I do try to be like him in all things. I do try to be strong, to protect those I love, I try to give to those that need, and so much more. I am not my father. A hard confession to make for me. To be like my father would be the closest I could come to perfection on this earth. Okay, I know my father was not perfect. There were chinks in his armor, that is sure. However, my dad was a man after God’s own heart. He may have stumbled or fallen while on this earth, but his gaze always remained upward. He never lost sight of the One that loved him unconditionally. Because of that, he was able to get back up when he fell. Because his focus was always upward, his chin never stayed down long. Because he had weak moments, he was able to discover and tap into the strength of Thee Most Powerful.
Maybe I am more like my father than I first realized. In the center of any storm, I can still look up and see clear blue skies reigning over me. I am walking through a storm right now that can erase who I am but, thanks to my father, I have inherited strength that will help me survive. I will not focus on the storm, I will look up and claim that patch of calm blue sky. That will be my focus and that will be my prize.
LESSON: Whatever you focus on will be your reward – good or bad. Don’t focus on the storm or ruin will be your only gain.