For some reasons, the thoughts just came on and on, when I took a moment to look at my dad and observe the way he eats. A sudden sense of heaviness came upon me as I looked at him.
And the question that came to my mind was, at this age of his, and with the current situation around home and all, what are the things that bring joy to him daily? Is there any?
That's when I realise how much I really want to bring him joy, and how hard it is for me to think of any examples. And that's when I'm reminded of my younger waaay back days, as well as this morning's sermon on fathers.
I was reminded of the time when I did something wrong, that costed him money. Both he and I know, I had done wrong, but when he had confronted me about it in a gentle manner, I lied about it and denied it. And he did not pursue it, and took me at my answer and asked me to go to bed. In the end, I couldn't sleep, and had to confess to him. I couldn't recall his exact response, but there was no scolding, and he just replied in a firm yet gentle manner, and then asked me to go sleep.
I only remember going to bed feeling relieved with the heavy stone off my heart. But looking back now, I see that he is such a gracious, gracious dad, even in the face of my mistake at that moment.
And what a man he was. He doesn't talk much. But from the way he made decisions and lived his life, it sent such a strong message of his principle to make the right choices and do the right things. I guess that's the reason why he gave me my name of 'complete and unlacking morals'.
Although he isn't perfect, he has so many strong points and strength. I'm so sorry for the period of time that I had said to myself of not becoming like him in future. That was so foolish of me.
I want to be like you, in your strengths, and learn from your shortcomings. You have been a blessing, and you are the only blood-related father I will ever have on this earth in life, given by God. I just pray for the chance and courage, to show you the life that I've found.
