So today, August 9th, marks the 12th year anniversary of my Dad’s unexpected passing. It’s a funny thing about time and the ‘passing of all wounds’. The ensuing 5 years after Dad passed away I did not, would not, talk with God. I was, in a word, pissed. Now, 12 years later, the wounds are still fresh but I have a better grip on life and death and although I have rekindled my relationship with God I pause, atleast, twice a day, and ask ‘why’? Why are the left so…? Why is Obama’s hatred for America not making front page news? Why are people not paying attention? Why is my Dad gone? Why? Why? Why?
I am sure many of you reading this have lost loved ones. It’s a hard pill to take and as we in the know know – time does not heal all wounds but it does make life more bearable.
‘Making life more bearable’ – it’s kinda like what happens with appeasement. At the onset of something we are outraged, saddened etc…but day by day, month by month, year by year, whatever the ‘it’ was that caused all the stress and pain – slips to the background of life. Oh it’s still there pulling at us, but for some reason, we can rationalize it, come to ‘terms’ with it, and concede it was ‘beyond our control’.
Although I miss my Dad terribly and have conceded that his passing was God’s will (he needed some help up there is how I rationalize it) my own concession has made life more bearable. Yet, I fight daily not to concede to the left and choose to keep my life in perpetual turmoil as I fight their twisted views on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
As with most things outside of life and death the choice is ours, time is of the essence and we should never waste valuable time. .
On this once very dark day, I ask that God grant each and every one of us his peace and fortitude to fight the good fight for his Glory.