It’s The Little Things…

I have realised that it’s the little things, that my dad did for me that means so much. As I get older, I am beginning to appreciate and recognise those little things, those little acts of love.

During the summer holidays when I was a child, I went through a phase when I could never get to sleep at night. I would lie awake thinking I was the only person in the world who was awake. This would result in panic attacks. My mum was always the primary care giver, at most times, during the day, yet my dad was always the one who dragged himself from sleep and came to the rescue at my troubled midnight hour. During those anxiety filled nights, he would sit, bleary eyed, at the edge of my bed and convince me that I was not the only person in the whole world who was awake in the middle of the night. He quelled my fears and provided me with coping mechanisms to deal with my night time terrors. He would say that I should at least try to close my eyes, as that was a good start to getting asleep! Then he would comfort me by encouraging me to think about nice things, pleasant sunny days when I was having fun and enjoying life and doing the things I loved. That would generally do the trick!

I also remember when I was playing with my older brother, it would start off as so much fun but would usually end in tears. I would be inconsolable and dad would hold me and make me feel secure and be able to stop my tears, every time.

So, while I feel I’ve never had the close relationship with my dad, that I’d hoped for, through reading and focusing on positive experiences with our dads, I have remembered treasures in unexpected places. We can find them if we choose. It’s all about perspective.

Our memories are selective when it comes to our parents, especially fathers. I was forced to search my heart and seek out those diamonds in the rough. So I thank for that insight into appreciation and gratitude and seeking out treasures. I have learned that, through gratefulness, we can experience so much joy.

‘I will give you hidden treasure, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name.’

-Isaiah 45:3

It applies to all our human relationships. If we only look, we can find those hidden treasures and actively seek them out. But appreciation needs to happen when our fathers are alive. If they pass away and we have unfinished business, it will hurt us deeply. It might be a good idea to tell them we love them, now!

I would like to bring my father to Christ but he is apprehensive. He has said that he ‘envies’ me my faith. Yet there is no need to envy. All he has to do is ask Jesus into his heart. It’s that simple. It’s the simplicity that is troubling to him. I believe it will happen some day.

‘Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honourable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is an excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.’

-Philippians 4:8

Those little acts of love are not so little after all…

Sue Young​

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