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A Talk With My Father

In church on Sunday I got to sing one of my favorite old songs for special music – “I Will Serve Thee.”  Here are the lyrics:

I will serve Thee because I love Thee
You have given life to me.
I was nothing before You found me,
You have given life to me.
Heartaches, broken pieces,
Ruined lives are why You died on Calvary.
Your touch was what I longed for,
You have given life to me.

As I sang, I thought about all the years I’ve been God’s child and how faithful He has been. I sing, not because of any special talent – I sing because my heart is so full of gratitude.  What a wonderful Savior He is. As I sang I didn’t know how soon I’d need the reminder of this message, or how quickly I would see His goodness displayed to me once again.

The following morning I received news that my father was being admitted to the ICU of the hospital following a procedure.  While my fleshly daughter’s heart wanted to panic, pack a suitcase, drive to KY and stand watch, the daughter of the King had a little preaching session with herself.  “There’s nothing I can do there right now.  My mom and sisters are there.  He’s in the Lord’s hands and nothing will happen outside of His control.  I can trust my earthly father in the hands of our Heavenly Father.”  Then, too, the song from Sunday flooded my heart – “Heartaches, broken pieces, ruined lives are why you died on Calvary.”  What comfort to be reminded that all these heartaches and broken things I was feeling was part of why I needed a Savior in the first place.

The next morning, again, I was seated in my Quiet Place, reading, praying, and taking to my Heavenly Father the burdens on my heart.  While I was reading and studying about prayer, I had read Psalm 21:1,2 –

The king shall joy in thy strength, O Lord; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice! Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips.


I took my burdens to the Lord in prayer, then my phone rang.  When I answered it, it was my dad!  He called me from his ICU bed to say hi, tell me he was feeling better, and to check on us!  The voice of my father…it comforted me.  It reassured me.  It made me rest.

After hanging up from our conversation, I made the connection with what had just happened.  I had prayed for my dad.  I had studied about prayer.  Then I got to hear his voice (my dad’s).  Then I got to hear His voice (God’s).  It was God’s whisper to my heart that He cared.  He is at work.  He is answering.  He was soothing my heartache and broken pieces.  He didn’t have to do that for me, but He did.

Falling to my knees once again, my heart cried out His worth of my praise and of my service.  “I will serve Thee because I love Thee.  You have given life to me.”  Yes, it’s still one of my very favorite songs.

You may not have seen such a response to your recent prayers, but it doesn’t negate God’s love or involvement for you and your situation.  It’s times when His voice is silent that we must believe in faith that God is at work doing what is best for us.  He still cares – even when we cannot hear His voice.

How have you seen God’s Fatherly love towards you this week?

With love,

4 thoughts on “A Talk With My Father

  1. Tears from your blog. I love the photo of Dad, I saved it for myself. The Lord is so good. Dad is home, and happy to be here, sleeping in his own bed, being able to put a little seasoning on his food, and having creamer in his coffee. These are little things that we all take for granted. We are not finished with the procedures, but the Lord is present and in control, we trust Him


    1. Well, I also cried as I wrote this post! That picture of Dad was from a couple summers ago when I came for a visit. I love it, too. We continue to pray for wisdom for Dad’s needs as you wait and trust!


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