I had a hard time with deciding what song to use for today's post.
It's been a week since the horrible attack at Pulse in Orlando and I haven't written a thing about that here. Not that it hasn't been in my prayers and on my mind! It has. It's just... what do you say? There are really are no words that would give comfort. And repeating what's been said after each incident begins to sound hollow.
It's Father's Day. My father has been in Heaven since 1995 and I would like to make a fitting tribute to him. He was a man of compassion who was always willing to lend a hand. A nod, too, to my husband, who loves our son dearly.
Then a young friend from CYC posted this on Facebook:
Happy Father's Day to the only ONE who will never leave me or forsake me!A father of the fatherless and a judge for the widows, Is God in His holy habitation. God makes a home for the lonely; He leads out the prisoners into prosperity, Only the rebellious dwell in a parched land.” Psalms 68:5-6
A reminder that God is Father.
Putting it altogether and mulling it over, I found myself recalling this old song. I first encountered at a high school revue, when a friend sang it. It was a real favorite, and a prayer of mine, for a few years.
Now, I share it with you. Praying that God will let us "find the good in things, when no good can be found" and will "find the source of help when no help is around." It seems like that good and helo are far away when there is --yet another -- mass shooting.
Also, that I will have my father's eyes. And my Father's eyes. Thankfully, they aren't too much different.