Love, Dad

…as you learn to know God better and better. -Colossians 1:10

Last week marks eight years since my dad went home to be with the Lord. When he first passed, people would tell me that it gets easier, that the pain subsides. I don’t know that it really gets easier. I think it’s more that you just get used to the permanent void you feel in your heart and in your life. It becomes a new norm. A new sucky norm.

My dad was the best. My dad and mom took us on many family vacations. We went boating, skiing, and site seeing to places I said I didn’t want to go, but always ended up having fun going to.

My dad loved to tease. As a father of four girls I am sure his sense of humor is what kept him sane. He worked hard to provide for his family, even if it required him to be away for long periods of time. He had an entrepreneurial spirit, and after a couple not so successful business ideas, he found his business legacy.

I was blessed to spend a lot of time with my dad both growing up and as an adult. As a kid I knew him to be kind, generous and caring. As an adult I got to know his heart.

When my kids were little my dad and I spent many hours at the YMCA together. We would be side by side on treadmills. He would tell me what news stories had him upset, what his political thoughts were, what ailments his friends may be dealing with, and most of all, my mom.

He would go on and on about how busy and hard working she was around the house, how she only had a piece of toast for breakfast and still had all that energy, and most of all how attractive she was. He would talk about how some of there friends didn’t age so well but that mom just kept getting more and more beautiful. Sometimes I had to ask him to stop because I was afraid of where the conversation may be going 😉

This morning as I was praying about what to write, I remembered the letters I stumbled upon this summer when I was cleaning out my closet. I had letters from friends, my oldest sister, my mom, and my dad. Though all of the letters are precious to me, the ones from my dad spoke to my heart the most. Not only because he is no longer with us, but also because he didn’t verbally express a lot of feelings and emotions. We knew he loved us, but he didn’t say it often. However, on paper he was very expressive and personal.

I dug those letters out and reread them this morning. I found one that I hadn’t read this summer. It revealed things to me that I had not retained the first time I read them years ago. Though I always knew my dad loved me, reading his words this morning completely unraveled me. To hear my dad’s heart towards me. To hear his concern. To hear his hopes for me and my future. It was an unexpected gift to me this morning.

I tell you all this because today’s verse talks about knowing God better and better. Some people argue that you cannot really “know God”, but I disagree.  I would say that the best way to know God is to follow the same pattern I did with my dad.

It’s really pretty simple; spend time talking to Him, listening to Him, and reading His letters. His Word is a love letter written to each of us. In it we find who we are, how He sees us, and what His plans and hopes for our future is. We see His love for us. We see His provision for us. We see that He is proud to call us daughter.

If we want to grow in our faith, bear good fruit, and live a life that brings honor and pleases the Lord, the best thing we can do is get to know our heavenly Father. He wants to share His heart with us. We need to slow our lives down enough to listen.

Now that my dad is gone, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to sit and speak with him again. If it weren’t for the blessed assurance that I will get to spend eternity with him in heaven, I don’t know if I would’ve recovered from his passing. I don’t want to get to heaven and wish I would’ve spent more time on earth communing with the Lord as well…

Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for your fierce love for me. Thank you for your precious thoughts towards me. Thank you for allowing me to sit at your feet and commune with you. Thank you for your written Word that shares your heart, your hope, and your plans for me. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Love, Grace, and A Letter of Love For Us All,



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  1. Thank you Jen. It’s a great reminder. ❤️ I agree about how it a new norm too… doesn’t really get easier….just different…. 7 years yesterday my mom went home to heaven and in a little over a week it’ll be 5 years my dad joined her. I find treasures of notes and cards from them that certainly mean more now than when I received them. And I too am not sure I’d get through the pain of loss without the promise of seeing them again someday. I’m thankful everyday that we have God’s word and promises to guide us through this life on earth…. and thankful God gave me friends like you…. I’m not sure how I’d get through life without these things. Love you.

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