I’ve had some blasts of energy the past few weeks, channeling it into some fruitful work. I’ve painted the bathroom, the back porch, and our cat, Blackie’s house. If I do say so myself, it has all spruced up nicely — lookin’ good. Tomorrow I plan to paint the front porch, and on Saturday it will be time to saddle up on the tractor lawn mower. How I love being in the outdoors.
As I’ve gone from one task to another, a flood of memories began to fill my mind and touch my heart. You see, many times over the years, it was with my Dad that I painted things, or cut grass, or trimmed trees. We would work side by side, and in our working, all sorts of conversations arose. Sometimes we talked of very serious matters; sometimes we talked of things that made us laugh long and hard. Often we talked about the things of God.
This week, I was surprised at the recollections that came back to me; things we discussed that I haven’t thought about in a long time. It felt good and warm to my heart to recall my Dad’s words. Sometimes they made me smile and even laugh. Other times, I reflected thoughtfully as memories of our conversations played in my mind.
I thought about the deep joy and sweetness that comes to me when I recall my earthly father’s words. Continuing in my pondering, my thoughts switched to my Heavenly Father. When I recall His words — words that I have hidden in my heart over the years — those words are also sweet to recall. The words of my Heavenly Father bring me comfort when I hurt; they bring me peace when I am troubled; they bring me guidance when I don’t know which way to go.
I had such joy when I talked with my earthly Dad. When I engage in conversation with my Heavenly Father, my joy is doubled as I share with Him a thankful heart for all His goodness to me. You see, the words of my Heavenly Father is what I need every day of my life, because, as it says in Psalm 119:105, “Your Word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path.”
Therefore, it stands to reason, if I ignore my Heavenly Father’s words — words that are a light to guide my way — then I may find myself walking in darkness. In the dark, I will lose my way; I will lack confidence to move as fear paralyzes me. Joy will fade away as anxiety and worry fill the space where joy once resided.
My personal prayer is: “Dear Father, help me to remember, whether in the best of times or in the most troublesome of times, give me your own sweet reminders to choose light. It is in the light that I will always see clearly. The darkness is blinding. Help me to remember, dear Heavenly Father, the sweetness of Your words.”