Mark’s dad died in a work-related accident. A steel girder fell on his head during construction of a bridge. He left three children, all under the age of four. My son-in-law, Mark, the oldest, has two younger sisters.
When I think of family love, I see the upside of this tragedy. Mark’s family grew up in a large Victorian home with other family members. Also, cousins lived close by. The family did life together and, even today, lives in close proximity. I enjoy them on Facebook; my feed rolls with photos of their antics and laughter.
Mark and Amy asked us to drop by their house to feed their cat when they drove up to the mountains to spend the weekend with his siblings and cousins. They celebrated a cousin’s birthday. One heartfelt present brought tears to Amy’s eyes when she told us about it when they came home.
The gift, a box of old photos, entertained the group as they each reached in and grabbed a handful of memories from their youth. Gail, the youngest sister, broke into a happy smile when she stumbled across a photo of her mom and dad. She treasures photos of him but never saw this one before! The picture, taken from behind, revealed more than a pose. She viewed her dad’s stature and observed his physique from the back and she couldn’t contain her excitement.
“That’s what he looked like walking next to my mom!”
My heart tugged when Amy choked up from Gail’s reaction. She described Gail as lit up from head to toe as she viewed her dad from a different angle.
I remember when Moses met up with Father God in the mountains and enjoyed close man-to-God conversations. Moses wanted more and he begged God to let him see Him physically. God told him no because man cannot view His glory while alive in this body. But Moses would not back down. Father placed him in a cleft of the rock and passed by him to let him view only his back. It satisfied Moses! Exodus 33:20-23.
We want to see our fathers. We want to feel their touch and hear their voice. We want to be with them. We want to feel their embrace.
Scripture explains that when Moses came down from being with God in the mountain, his face shone so bright he had to cover it with a veil.
Gail, thrilled to hold an old photo of her dad, lit up the room. Her jubilant mood affected the cabin and made everyone happy.
I reflect on Gail and Moses and the joy that radiated from their faces. How do we bring inspiration and joy to others?
They looked to their father. I think I will quiet down and do the same.