Tonight I had the chance to do something I wasn't sure I would ever do again. I had dinner with my dad. Dad came home today. We got him home, gave him a shower, let him lay down in his own bed and then I got him out of a dead sleep to have dinner. He is back sleeping now so I think if he remembers at all he will forgive me. My mom fixed dinner and I went in and helped him out of bed. He shuffled into the kitchen and sat with us. We prayed and ate together and talked a little about the day. It has been 16 days since I found him on the bathroom floor. It was wonderful to sit with him and just watch him eat. One day we will be laughing and rejoicing around a banquet table with the King of Kings. But tonight we just prayed in his name and rejoiced for another evening together on this little blue ball. There is a long road of recovery ahead but tonight I am a grateful son again.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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What wonderful news!
How beautiful you learned sitting at your dad's feet... now in some respects you dad will be learning from his son as he starts his new journey on the road to recovery ...what greater love than between a child and his parent.
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!" Isaiah 52:7
A father's beautiful feet have come home to share joy and faith with son and family.
Indeed, how beautiful is our God who hears our prayers and fills our hearts with gladness.
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