Losing Dad pick apart me around .
I had a tangible groove going . 7 posts a week here and 5 video a workweek on YouTube .
Yet dead , all that did n’t seem so important . At first , when Dad was in a comatoseness , I was praying and sing with family all the time . I managed to keep posting for a while , then just could n’t . My heart was n’t in it .
Thenwe lose him .
Late at night , three years before his burial was scheduled , I adjudicate to buy ticket and head to South Florida , price and visa condition be damn .
The visa was the most worrying part and the reason I had n’t impart before . I was in the middle of negotiate my further persist here in our new body politic when Dad had his accident . My family unit ’s legal position was just about to expire and the government official I needed to write me a varsity letter of testimonial was out of the country .
So the days were ticktack by . The burial was only two days before my visa go illegal – and there was nothing I could do about it .
Except pray . So beg I did , buying the slate on faith . Or foolhardiness .
The next morning before I flew out , I stopped by the immigration office and talked with a pleasant official I had met before . He told me to go and not worry – that all would be o.k. .
This was a huge weighting off me . The last thing I want is to be discharge from here and sent back to the States .
The flight was non - consequential and I hit South Florida and my home safely , then spent most of a week with them , work with nieces and nephews , shoot some gardening TV , get up with family line , buy a guitar and some raw art supplies , and most important of all , attending Dad ’s burial and sharing what he meant to me while also sharing the church doctrine and God ’s grace in the process .
I do n’t excuse for my trust in God and the work of His Son for our buyback . Without it , life story would be meaningless .
And I ’m convey back on racetrack , easy but sure . I feel like life has run me over , but I ’m get out myself back together . While travel I pick up some variety of a chest of drawers infection that wo n’t go off , but hopefully that will clear up presently . It ’s really mess up with my singing voice !
Have a great weekend . I ’m run to do some painting today .
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“ TheLordis my shepherd ; I shall not need . He urinate me rest down in gullible pastures . He leads me beside still waters . He furbish up my soul . He go me in paths of righteousnessfor his name ’s sake .
Even though I walk through the valley of the tincture of death , I will fear no evil , for you are with me;your rod and your staff , they comfort me .
You prepare a table before mein the presence of my enemies;you anoint my straits with oil;my loving cup bubble over . Surely goodness and mercifulness shall follow meall the day of my life , and I shall dwell in the house of theLordforever . ”
– Psalm 23 , ESV
