I miss my Dad today. There are questions I would ask him. There are stories I would request of him to tell once again. The funny stories. The alarming ones. The amazing ones. If I could only share a few more moments of laughter with him. But he is gone now. I know that. I accept it. But it doesn’t salve the pain. It doesn’t fill the silence. It doesn’t take away the longing.
Life is like that. Reality strikes. It disrupts the harmony of my world. And it forces me to take it for what it is. Even so I choose to do so with a positive attitude. But honesty requires that I keep it real. I hurt. And I rejoice. I weep. And I celebrate. I mourn. And I passionately worship the Lord God who created us, who sustains us, who saves us. Rather than allowing my pain to distance me from God, I choose to run to him. It doesn’t really matter what others think. I am going to keep it real.