Monday, October 06, 2008
In The Book Before
Regarding my dad, I like what David wrote:
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, 16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:13-16, italics mine.)
Over the years of my life in Christ, there have been several times when my awareness of God’s intimate knowledge of my life brought me to tears. He didn’t simply cross His fingers and hope I would do well with what I’ve got, He looked out over my life to come and knit into me all He purposed for all His glory—nothing less.
And would I have too much time or not enough? Too many days or too few? Neither. I would live and breathe the exact number necessary for Him to say, “Yes, I got it right. . .naturally. I am satisfied.”
And so it is with my dad. It was all in the book before.
On this day when my father’s body is doing poorly and is leaning in the opposite direction of his spirit, I’m comforted knowing that God is fully aware of the days—my dad’s days. I imagine a heavenly crowd gathering together in anticipation of his arrival, with balloons and signs drawn up—“We’ve been expecting you!” and “Welcome home, John!” And maybe one of the more witty angels will hold up a sign that reads, “Surprise!”
I think my dad would love that.
(Simply, today continued the decline of my father’s body. Most of the important aspects being watched got worse—pneumonia, blood oxygen, platelets, white blood cell count, and kidney function. The doctor said, “It’s not hopeless, he’s not terminal, but he is deteriorating.” Thank you for your prayers.)