Fire up your grills, purchase a card featuring a fishing scene, and wrap a hand tool in tissue paper - it's nearly Father's Day! And in honor of this auspicious occasion, my very first blog shall be about my dad.
A man who taught me to properly aim and spit watermelon seeds; to spin a good yarn; and how to cheat at solitaire and not get caught.
A man whose only parenting failures include attempts to teach me anything involving math skills or a stick shift - both of which I take full credit for... he definitely tried.
A man with whom I avoid discussing the topics of politics, religion, or price-matching. Don't get me started.
One thing I dearly admire about Dad is his calm during storms. The words "thunderstorm" and "tornado" have always filled me with dread, but in Dad's presence, I will sit on the porch while he smokes a cigar and talks, and I watch the clouds roll in, hear the thunder rumble, yet somehow feel relaxed. His attitude and strength seep into me. I am calm because he is calm.
I've heard it said that we pattern our view of our heavenly Father after the attributes of our earthly father. True for me as I read Psalm 46:1-3 "God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging."
Picture it - The clouds build... distant thunder rolls... the stomach knots... the brow furrows... the mind worries... And then we breathe, we remember, "Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10
I don't know about you, but I'm all about a God who is big enough to be my refuge, my strength, my help. Who surrounds me with loving arms and whispers, "I'm here..."
As His children, we don't need to look far for comfort when the storms roll in. Sit in His presence. He will, at times, calm the storm. But most of the time, He calms us.**