In the quiet of morning, with Mom in the kitchen and her back turned, I’d slip out the front door. I knew the path. I’d followed it so many times before. A well-worn foot path between the old farmhouse, past the sand box, and into the milking parlor of our red metal barn.
Before I even peeked my head through the doorway, my dad was there to carry me down into the milking parlor’s pit, safe out of the path of the cattle coming in and out for the morning.
My dad didn’t just keep me out of the herd’s way, he taught me some of the most valuable lessons in my life from standing down in that pit, traveling together to cattle auctions, and following his footsteps on the path he’d made ahead of me.
Walk in obedience to all that the Lord your God has commanded you, so that you may live and prosper and prolong your days in the land that you will possess. Deuteronomy 5:33 (NIV)
Throughout the years, my dad has been there to clear a path. He has walked the unknown, plowed through snow-covered roads to ensure I made it class when I attended college. My dad never went to college; he didn’t even graduate high school. My dad came from a generation where hard work and perseverance held more importance then academics.
Even though my dad had no idea what direction I needed to go, he led the way. And he continues to mark his path, not for me, not only for his grandchildren, but for others to follow him.
When I look at my children, I’m grateful for they not only have a father in their lives, but a grandfather who is also involved in their lives.
But no matter how great I think my father is, I have a Father in heaven who also guides my path. That is one of the great things about God…
No one has a perfect father, but everyone can have a perfect Father.
If you had a loving father growing up, know that God loves you immeasurably more. If your father wasn’t as loving as you wanted him to be (or if you didn’t have a father-figure growing up), let God be the Daddy you deserve. He will guide your footsteps, too, if you let him.
What a beautiful tribute you’ve written, Susan. I can see the footpath and your father’s barn so clearly through your words. I, too, have a father who is involved in my life and my children’s lives. His influence is a gift from God. Thank you for reminding me that my heavenly Father guides my steps even more lovingly than my earthly Dad.