This note will be posted the day that I am in the operating room having my aortic valve replaced. There are some dangers connected with that operation, but I'm confident that the surgeons who do their work are skilled and experienced. I write this in advance. By the time you read it, everyone will know the outcome.
But there is more I wanted you to know about this experience and others like it. I'll illustrate it by a little story a dear friend recently sent me. Its about a pastor who was riding home in a passenger plane when a violent lightning storm struck. The pastor, like the other passengers was uncomfortable and afraid.
"As I looked around the plane," he said,"I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
"Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. . . She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat. She was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world.
"When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid. I could hardly believe my eyes."
When the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, the pastor lingered to speak to the litle girl whom he had watched for such a long time. He commented about the storm and how the passengers were so afraid. Why, he wondered, had she not been scared?
The child replied, "Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."
You, Byron, understand that better than many of us grownups. You know your Daddy will always make sure you are safe as he brings you home. I've often seen him carrying you in his arms from the car, sound asleep and completely unafraid.
You, Byron, understand that better than many of us grownups. You know your Daddy will always make sure you are safe as he brings you home. I've often seen him carrying you in his arms from the car, sound asleep and completely unafraid.
That's how I'm approaching this operation. It's a bit of a storm in my life, but I know that I have a Daddy in heaven who is keeping me safe as I make my way home.
The Hebrew word for Daddy is Abba. Sounds a little like Papa, doesn't it? Well, Jesus and His friends taught us to use that name to talk to our heavenly Father. He reminded us that we are truly the specially adopted kids of our Father in heaven. We really do belong to the family. He has made sure of that (Galatians 4:6). You'll have some storms in your life too, Byron. Just remember that you are always safe in Abba's arms.
We love you,
GGPa
We love you,
GGPa