Glad My Dad Is A Pastor
Due to my health I didn’t preach today. However, earlier I made another determined choice to get up and get out of bed. I drove 30 miles away so that I could do physical therapy in a pool and then soak in a therapy pool. I knew it would bring me some relief. However, I didn’t make it 5 minutes from my house before I emotionally crashed and just had to call my dad. Thankfully he was out of church and able to receive my call. Dads been a pastor to others my entire life, but this time especially I needed him to be my pastor.
It didn’t take but a few moments for him to realize I could hardly speak a word. All I could say was, I’m barely hanging on and beyond emotionally distraught. I confessed that my prayers were only whispers as my strength to carry on becomes lower and lower. I was so desperate for someone to hear my cries, calm my fears, and pray God’s mercy over me. An hour later thanks to prayer and medication I’m back to at least a stable minded state.
I called my dad back on the way home to let him know God had once again settled my soul. We both agreed to the fact that most pastors don’t have pastors. But, praise God I do I just happen to call him dad. He was there when I needed him most and God answered both of our prayers. I thank God for my dad and that he was able to pastor this pastor.
“My child, pay attention to what I say. Listen carefully to my words. Don’t lose sight of them. Let them penetrate deep into your heart, for they bring life to those who find them, and healing to their whole body.”