DailyRead-Art-wlogoReading:  Matthew 7:11
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!  


Dad took time to spend with me in a leaky boat or tramping up an icy trout stream, and that made all the difference. I usually fell asleep on the drive up country and then again on the way back. I snarled my line, hooked my finger, and complained about the bugs. I dropped my pole over the side and dumped the worm can a few times. I can’t remember having any deep conversations as we waited for the fish to bite. These moments weren’t scripted – they were lived. I was spending time with the hero of my life, and he seemed to want to be there. That was enough.

Dad and I didn’t share a team sport heritage like some. We just enjoyed being together; we still do. I’m past forty now and he’s seventy. We get together every year for four days alone. Now he falls asleep while I drive and the conversations have gone a little bit deeper, but the greatest gift my dad ever gave me keeps on giving.

Dad gave me his love, his life, and his time. Should I never earn another dollar, I am a rich, rich, man.


reposted with permission from onehope.net

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