Sometimes I find myself feeling really angry. I'm not sure why that is. I'm not angry about just one thing; I'm angry from the inside out about everything. So I thought it was time to visit my therapist, Planet Kirby.
Tonight I just felt like being by myself. I know the symptoms all too well of a brain on overload and I knew I needed to spend some time listening to the still small voice of God. As I sat at my Planet Kirby desk, I went to my book shelf and took out my father's Bible. This Bible is nearly 50 years old; the cover and pages are worn. It is the same Bible I watched him read and keep close as he lived his life and navigated through life's obstacles. I wish he were still alive so that I could ask his advice and just talk about life. I find myself drawn to His Bible whenever I find life closing in on me.
As I opened the pages, a small hand-written note fell out onto the floor. Reaching down, I picked up the note which was in my father's hand writing. I wish I could say that I had seen it before, but honestly, I had not. On it were several Scripture references and then, near the bottom, he had written a note about a Scripture to read for depression.
Turning the pages, I read the passage he had referenced, Matthew 11:28, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." I am not sure when Dad wrote the note with all of the Scriptures on it but it couldn't have been delivered at a better time.
When you lose a someone who was not only a parent but a friend and coach in life, you miss them; especially at moments when you're looking for a shoulder to lean on. But tonight, just as in life, my Dad didn't let me down in death. Once again, his Bible brought me great comfort and the love note he wrote for me decades ago helped me get back into the game of life.
Thanks, Dad... You're still the man!
Be Well.
Bill
