Yesterday we had our thanksgiving meal at my dads .
My husband and I prepared every thing for our meal here then drove the forty five minutes down to his house to share in this blessing God had provided for us. A guy who works with my husband was blessed with a couple successes at hunting and blessed us with some venison. My father was a hunter and much of what we ate for meat through the winters was venison. He loves it ! So we decided why not give dad what he loves. The sad part is his sense of taste and smell are pretty much gone and dad has lost his interest even in his favorite foods. Nonetheless we took the venison and our love for dad and the rich desire to bless him with us.
It was a simple meal and full of talk, mostly from my dad. He loves to share his stories of life lived and struggles fought through childhood to World War Two and the life with my mom with all us kids. By this time we have heard many of these same stories many times over, but we know we are already doing repeats of our stories when given the chance to share . It is all good and dad is sharing his blessings of life lived, not just survived, and lived well.
It's hard to watch your parents deteriorate and have one pass already. My dad and mom were married sixty one years when she left him. He misses her so much and it has been hard for him these five years without her . What once was a simple pleasure of a thanksgiving meal has now become a painful piece with memories of loved ones gone ahead. I watch my dad and feel the pain of his passing before it has even arrived . The full knowing of what it is to lose loved ones heavy in my chest , my mind, my being, over takes me . I know I cannot stop it! So I try to relax and enjoy this time that may very well be his last thanksgiving meal here . I have been given a gift of my dad's time on this Thanksgiving day. What a blessing from God!
I sit with two wonderful men and share a meal on a special day. I am thankful for my husband and the way he listens intently to old war stories that I know he has heard more times than I have. I am thankful for one more visit with my dad and a couple pictures taken of us with him . We pray before we leave as we prayed before our meal. We ask for Gods blessing on dad and we leave . The teacher of prayer to me is now having me pray for him . A gift it is to me a daughter .
My Heavenly Father is the true giver of prayer and of the answerer of those prayers . So I bow my head and pray in the name of His Son Jesus and I say : Father God, my dad is yours and he is ready to see you when you call him. Bless what days he has left and bless us as we see the parting of yet another loved one from this life. Thank you Father for the gift of life, and family, and eternal life which is ours in Christ Jesus. Amen
My husband and I prepared every thing for our meal here then drove the forty five minutes down to his house to share in this blessing God had provided for us. A guy who works with my husband was blessed with a couple successes at hunting and blessed us with some venison. My father was a hunter and much of what we ate for meat through the winters was venison. He loves it ! So we decided why not give dad what he loves. The sad part is his sense of taste and smell are pretty much gone and dad has lost his interest even in his favorite foods. Nonetheless we took the venison and our love for dad and the rich desire to bless him with us.
It was a simple meal and full of talk, mostly from my dad. He loves to share his stories of life lived and struggles fought through childhood to World War Two and the life with my mom with all us kids. By this time we have heard many of these same stories many times over, but we know we are already doing repeats of our stories when given the chance to share . It is all good and dad is sharing his blessings of life lived, not just survived, and lived well.
It's hard to watch your parents deteriorate and have one pass already. My dad and mom were married sixty one years when she left him. He misses her so much and it has been hard for him these five years without her . What once was a simple pleasure of a thanksgiving meal has now become a painful piece with memories of loved ones gone ahead. I watch my dad and feel the pain of his passing before it has even arrived . The full knowing of what it is to lose loved ones heavy in my chest , my mind, my being, over takes me . I know I cannot stop it! So I try to relax and enjoy this time that may very well be his last thanksgiving meal here . I have been given a gift of my dad's time on this Thanksgiving day. What a blessing from God!
I sit with two wonderful men and share a meal on a special day. I am thankful for my husband and the way he listens intently to old war stories that I know he has heard more times than I have. I am thankful for one more visit with my dad and a couple pictures taken of us with him . We pray before we leave as we prayed before our meal. We ask for Gods blessing on dad and we leave . The teacher of prayer to me is now having me pray for him . A gift it is to me a daughter .
My Heavenly Father is the true giver of prayer and of the answerer of those prayers . So I bow my head and pray in the name of His Son Jesus and I say : Father God, my dad is yours and he is ready to see you when you call him. Bless what days he has left and bless us as we see the parting of yet another loved one from this life. Thank you Father for the gift of life, and family, and eternal life which is ours in Christ Jesus. Amen
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