One of the things that I adore is cooking for others. It’s the one thing I can do, I feel that is beneficial to others. That home cooked meal, sitting around a table, gathered together are what memories are made of. My Dad stated a couple days ago that his Mother could make anything taste good. They grew up in poverty and she made the best bread he said. His face expressed exactly how happy that memory made him. A memory that made it’s impression upon his heart by the time he was nine years old. That’s when she passed away in childbirth.
Today, all I wanna do is cook meal after meal and bake bread for my Dad. I know it would soothe my soul somewhat, and he loves home cooked meals. He would cherish every bite I know and perhaps the reality of life would disappear for just a moment for him. Bringing comfort and calmness to a now upheaveled mess of what lies before him.
Unfortunately, he will probably never eat anything that isn’t liquid again. He has a stint in his esophagus. This saddens me for various reasons.
So, now I need to find ways to bring him peace and comfort. Perhaps praying over him, sitting quietly holding his large hand, asking him to tell me stories of his life and the lessons he learned, and playing poker with him. Allowing him to teach his youngest daughter, in the time we have left, some things that we missed out on while I was growing up.
At this time, I feel a prayer is in order. Won’t you pray with me.
I come to you today with a heavy heart and a need to care for one of the individuals you chose to raise me. I ask that you send the Holy Spirit to guide me and lead me in this new journey we find ourselves on. May I turn to you and lay the burdens and not take them back, but if I do I am grateful you are a forgiving one. Thank you for the precious time and responsibility that is now laid upon me. I take it with honor and I pray that I can do the work you have chosen for me to Your glory. Please give my Dad comfort and little struggle, and strength to get through the days that lie head. May peace be found within him and fear diminished by your promise of a Resurrection. In Jesus Name, Amen.
This post was written last week. I am finally publishing it today, because I can not find the words right now to express how I am feeling. The reason is that my Dad passed away at 6:21 p.m. on 8/17/2014. I thank you all for your prayers during his illness and know that I truly believe in prayer. If you feel moved to, please continue to place my family and Dad’s family in your prayers. Thank you.
Grace is a gift,