This time last year my folks had been given the news that Dad had prostate cancer and they were waiting to tell me knowing that the start of a new school year brought its own kind of stress to my life. I had gotten off to a late start with not being at pre-planning due to our trip to the USSSA 12U Fastpitch World Series. That in and of itself had me all befuddled to a certain degree...it also produced a feeling of uneasiness...an unsettled feeling. This time last year, I was calling in to report how fall ball was going - Garrett was playing rec ball and Sara Beth was still with the GA Jinx 12U team. I was blissfully ignorant. This time last year, my Dad was mowing grass, planting and tending to his flowers, running errands, reading books, preparing and preaching sermons...LIVING LIFE. There was no outwardly visible sign to tell the world that this man had cancer. He was strong and full of life and laughter.
Funny how life can change in the blink of an eye. This time last year, I could NEVER have imagined that he'd be in Heaven...gone from us in the physical body. This time last year, I didn't have this ache in my soul...this "fussy" unsettled feeling.
On my worst days, I'm angry and giving God the cold shoulder...wondering what we ever did to deserve the pain of this journey. On my best days, I remember my Dad's laughing eyes, his wise counsel and the love he had for all he knew and I still believe that there's a plan...that God's not finished and if I will wait on Him the plan will be fulfilled.
When Dad was first diagnosed, a dear friend told me that God wasn't taken by surprise by any of the news that had literally brought our world to a screeching halt. He had seen the beginning to the end and His Word was true. He's incapable of lying. Even after Dad died, she repeated those words to me many times. And now, on my VERY best days...I'm starting to believe again that that's true.