Dad at Sharis

“The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26


We had many wonderful ‘dad and daughter’ dates at Burgerville, Sharis and Applebees.

The Friday before he died was one of those times, where we both had steak and shared a piece of lemon pie — dividing it with an imaginary line down the middle.

My dad has always been my friend, mentor and strong tower.

Now, I’m remembering all those good times we shared, like sitting in the McDonalds parking lot eating ice cream cones and talking about life.

He was always there for me — during both the greatest and most painful moments of my life.

I’m remembering our camping trips to Mt. Rainier, the Wallowas and Strawberry Mountains and to Camp Sherman on the Metolius River.

It was on the Metolius in August of 1995 that I told him I’d become a Christian. I thought he’d tease me but he was so gentle and loving and answered all my questions and addressed all my concerns.

Because — although accepting Jesus was something I knew was right to do … I thought my life was over. I thought I wouldn’t have fun again, that I’d have to stop doing the things I liked to do and stop seeing people that I liked to see.

I shared this with my dad but he didn’t tell me to stop anything … but just told me to read my bible … and that God would cause me to lose the desire for the things that weren’t good for me … and that’s just what God did – my desire for those things just drifted away.

In the late 90s, Dad prayed with me over the death of one of my close friends who had been killed — because I was tormented with thoughts about the violence of her death. That prayer brought immediate peace to my heart which has stayed with me forever.

Everything my dad did was founded on his belief system. He was trustworthy because he was grounded in his faith.

Even when he messed up he would often ‘fess up later. He always had a contrite heart and tried to make things better, in his way. And he forgave me when I messed up, which was often.

Almost every day he would call me, bless me and read me scripture … so it will be awhile before I stop listening for his calls.

I miss him dearly.


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