O God…

“O God!” I cried and that was all. But what are the prayers of the whole universe more than expansion of that one cry? It is not what God can give us, but God that we want.

~George MacDonald, Wilfred Cumbermede

Teach Me Your Way

From my journal:

Sunday August 8, 1999

Daddy usually prays before the service with some members of the congregation in the Mother’s Chapel. This morning, Mom asked him if anyone prayed with him anymore, and he said no. As we practiced for the singing, I noticed him go into the chapel alone. I couldn’t resist peeking in, and what I saw I truly pray never to forget. Dad was sitting by himself in a middle pew by the window, his head bowed over his folded hands. It was dark in the room, and only the filtered white light from the window illuminated his black curly hair and his hands. Sitting there, he looked just like a big teddy bear, humble before God. The song we were singing as I witnessed this was “Teach Me Your Way, O Lord”:

“Shine through the cloud and rain

Through sorrow, toil and pain

Please make my pathway plain

Teach me your way…

Until the race is won

Until the journey’s done

Until the crown is won

Teach me your way….”

Dad, for being a man of prayer, persevering through many storms, speaking the truth unafraid, for seeking humility instead of popularity and loving us unconditionally, for being the best I could ask for in a father and teaching me His way, I love you!

Happy Father’s Day!

Love, Your Dot

“Teach me your way, O Lord,  and I will walk in your truth; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name.” Psalm 86:11