A Legacy of Love and Faith

As Father’s Day approaches, it’s a great time to reflect on special memories with my dad. I’m blessed to still have my dad, but age is catching up with him, and I know our time together is short-lived. So I intend to enjoy him while I can, making the most of memories past, present and future.

My dad has always been there when I needed him most. When I was a child, I could depend on him to make life fun and full of learning. We had a variety of animals on our small hobby farm. Often Dad would coax my sisters and me awake of a morning by bringing us each a baby rabbit to snuggle. He would fashion a swing out of rope and hang it from a tree limb for us to play on or take us on outings all together, or at times individually.

As I grew, I began to appreciate his sacrifice of time from his work to be with us. Each summer we traveled to some new destination visiting fun places like Disney World or Silver Dollar City. Yet it was his love and commitment to us girls that meant the most. He always seemed to know when we needed him.

Even in my early twenties, he was there for me. Like the time I drove an hour in a whiteout coming home from my first job. Half-way home, I ran off the road and was terrified because I couldn’t see in either direction. I prayed to my Heavenly Father who saw me safely to the town where my dad was working. I knew I could go no farther and stopped to ask him to take me the rest of the way. Without hesitation, he stopped what he was doing and drove me home.

My dad is older now, well into his eighties, yet even now, he’s here for me, eager to encourage and help any way he can. The tables are turning though, and it’s time for me to give back to him. Recently we learned my dad has prostate cancer which has spread to his bones. He has such a positive outlook and never shows signs of regret or sorrow. He has the Lord in his heart and a family legacy to carry on his faith. And he’s content with that.

Really, what more can a person ask for?

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n this day and age where many children grow up without a loving father in their lives, I count myself blessed to have a dad who continues to speak wisdom and faith into my life.

Cynthia Roemer is an award-winning inspirational writer with a heart for scattering seeds of hope into the lives of readers. Raised in the cornfields of rural Illinois, Cynthia enjoys spinning tales set in the backdrop of the 1800s prairie. Her debut novel, Under This Same Sky, released in April, 2017 and is available on Amazon.

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