He walks with me... 11,507 steps. Git. It. Guuuurl!!
He talks with me... For the first 23 years of my life I relied heavily upon my dad for wisdom and courage. Sixteen years ago today, in the early hours of morning, my mom called to say that Dad was not breathing. Logic told me that if she was not instructing me to meet her at the hospital, I could assume he was gone. I hastily dressed and calmly drove to their house.
As I drove across town, I talked to the Lord. More than sadness, I felt a heavy sense of "who will be there when I need to talk...who will teach me truth and show me love...who is going to tell me when I'm great and who will gently tell me I've fallen short? Who will laugh with me and listen as I dream my dreams?".
And among other words of comfort, my Heavenly Father whispered, "I will."
He tells me I am His own... Two days later I sang "Great is Thy Faithfulness" at Dad's memorial service. I meant it will all my heart. God is SO faithful. He never changes. I am His. He is mine.
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
