who told you that lie?

 who told you that lie?

that you aren't good enough.

that you're not worthy.

that you'll never amount to anything.

who told you that your failures are final.

that your mistakes can't be overcome.

that your life is over.

who told you that no one could love you.

that you're worthless.

that you're beyond saving.

i don't know who told you those lies but they're wrong.

you are good enough.

you are worthy.

you have value.

the Bible is full of people who had the same lies told about them.

cheaters, murderers, adulterers, prostitutes, thieves.

names the world called them.

names the world determined they would always be.

names they had earned but names they didn't have to keep.

because God had the final say. and He said the world was wrong.

about them and about you.

because God isn't concerned with your past, He's concerned with your future.

He's not interested in where you've been, He's interested in where you're going.

He doesn't care who you were, He cares about who you can be.

cheaters, murderers, adulterers, prostitutes, thieves.

Moses was a murderer.
Abraham was a liar.
Jacob was a thief.
David was an adulterer.
Rahab was a prostitute.

lives the world believed would amount to nothing

lives God used to bring about His glory.

the world will be quick to remind you of what you've done wrong.

the world will be quick to point out your flaws.

but quit listening to what the world says.

God sent Jesus to overcome your sins.

His blood paid the price for your failures.

don't listen to the lies of the devil, learn the promises of God.

because who you used to be will never compare to who you can be with Him.

i miss my dad

i miss my dad.

though he's been gone for almost ten years, i still miss him.

though i haven't heard his voice in almost a decade, i still hear him. though i haven't seen him in forever, i still see him.

i see him in the older man shuffling up the aisle at church. bent over a bit, holding on to each pew for support. i see him, body sick with cancer, still going to church. still encouraging others. still holding on.

i hear him in my own voice, talking to my children. instilling his values and wisdom to the next generation. "don't forget your friends", i hear him saying, "don't forget your family". "tell the truth and the truth will set you free." 

advice i heard a hundred times. 

advice i still hear. 

advice i still believe to this day.

i find him in the sunday paper. the one with the big crossword puzzle. the one with the hard words and the intimidating clues. i see him, cigar in the corner of his mouth, pen in hand, enjoying his simple pleasure in life.

i wonder if that's normal. that no matter the passing of time, we can still hear. still see. still honestly love someone who has left this world. 

that something so simple can remind us. can catch us off guard. can take us back to a moment in time that makes us believe they are still here. still watching. still loving us through the absence.

i wonder if  i'm the only person who can't let go. if i'm the only person who doesn't want to move on. if i'm the only person who wishes they could go back, just for one day, and do it all again.

i'm sure i'm not. i'm sure there are others who want a second chance. who still have things left to say. who still want a little more time.

regrets, wishes, should have dones...all lined up in a corner, wondering why i let the time pass. wondering how i so easily forgot that life is short and time is precious and people will die.

wondering how i let the last years, the last days, the last moments slip so easily between my fingers.

i thought i had more time. i thought i had more moments. i thought i could make more memories.

but there were no more memories to be made and so i'm left with just the ones i have. 

but even they fade with time. even they sometimes pause at the remembering.

and that scares me. 

that the memories will become so old, so fuzzy, that one day i won't have them anymore. 

that the most important person in my life will be forgotten. 

that i will have forgotten my dad.

and maybe that's why i look for him. maybe that's why i see him. maybe that's why i hear him.

because my mind still remembers.

and my heart refuses to forget.

the most important influence i had in life, the most important example i had for living...

is gone...

and i still miss him.