One of the hardest day’s to cope with in my recovery was the death of my Father. These are the days when the tyre hits the road. In the pain and disappointment in life was I still committed to recovery.
My Dad had cancer for years and had already been told it was terminal. Throughout the years he had became more and more ill. I had buried my head in the sand and pretended it wasn’t happening.
Reality said it was exactly that reality.
My Dad had become a Christian because he had seen the difference in my life. He told my Mother surely there must be a God.
At the funeral I wanted to do a reading. I wanted to do this as a way of telling him that I loved him.
The reality was that I had lived in the same house as him for 27 years and never knew him. I never had a real heart to heart with my Dad.
He was a stranger.
I made my mind up that day that I wouldn’t go into God’s House, the Church, for 27 years and not know Him. I pursued a relationship with Jesus.
Do you know who Father God actually is?
Are you pursuing Jesus with all your heart?