The father why is he smiling

A sweet woman with whom Dad used to work came through the line crying. She kept apologizing, but she did not need to. Anyone who wanted to cry over losing my daddy was welcome to cry. I know she was embarrassed showing strong emotions in front of us about our loved one, but it thoroughly blessed us to see what a clear impact he made on her life. It used to embarrass me, too, but my perspective has greatly changed. My cousin, Brad, gave me a bear hug and he will never know how much that meant to me.

Friends even came from neighboring cities and states Goldsboro, Raleigh, Virginia, South Carolina and my best friend, Lauran, flew as quick as she could from California to grieve with me. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.

Isaiah , ESV. It is the LORD who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed. Deuteronomy , ESV. When we began this year with Creed as our family and PreEngaged theme, I had no idea it would be the year we would lose Dad. Reflecting on his life and the message he preached through his actions, I think the following are some of his dearest held beliefs:. Be Kind: Dad, though an introvert, was so friendly to people.

He spoke to strangers in parking lots, complimented young moms on their adorable babies, and had something positive, funny, or uplifting to say to just about everyone. He treated people well and I always respected that about him. Be Encouraging: Years ago, while eating together at a steakhouse, Dad overheard a male customer giving his server who was also our server a hard time. Well, this did not sit well with Dad.

Dad never knew how proud I was to be his daughter in that moment. Love Children: Daddy loved babies. Mom tried to have normal conversations with him in restaurants; but, if he spotted a baby, the conversation was already over or at least paused. It seemed odd to me that a man who loved babies so much seemed content with just one child of his own; and, though I was not able to give him a grandchild, he found joy in the babies and children at his church.

My heart hopes that at this very moment he is worshipping Jesus and holding babies. Maybe he is even giving a piggyback ride. Oh, how I wonder. Help: Is your neighbor sick? Mow his grass. Is your co-worker struggling to pay medical bills? Give her money and encourage others to do the same.

Is your brother building a room onto his house? Go give him a hand. Does a friend need a ride to the high school football game? Go get him. Dad never felt right seeing a need and ignoring it. If someone needed assistance, Dad was there. Be a good neighbor. Yes, I do adore my family and that is due to growing up in a supportive one.

My aunts and uncles lived relatively close by and we saw them regularly. As a young girl, it used to amaze me that our big Jones clan could be the last ones to leave church together, go to a restaurant and wait for a table together, eat together, and still stand in the parking lot and talk for what seemed like forever.

I just wanted to get out of those itchy tights! How were we not sick of each other? What more was there to discuss?! Dad loved his parents dearly. He adored his big sister. He admired his big brother in fact, they looked, walked, and talked so much alike, people often thought they were twins.

He joked around with my cousins and went to their ballgames. He was very good to my mom. He worried so deeply about her when she was sick. He always kept her vehicles in working order. As they aged, he became more and more tender towards her. The morning he passed away, he left for work the same as always — hugging her goodbye and telling her he loved her. And, for me… he was a big teddy bear.

The sound of his voice always calmed my heart. Stay in the Word: In the last several years of his life, I noticed Dad taking time to read his Bible and pray every morning before work. It blessed my heart to see his discipline — something with which I have always struggled.

Though he suffered some emotional setbacks over the last decade, I saw God use those trials to grow him and draw him closer. His gentleness grew. His tolerance of inappropriate jokes weakened. He prayed more. Mom said the Sunday before his death, he was at the altar praying with people that was not typical of Dad.

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