Dear Tyler,
I wish I had the way with words you do, but I do not. I know miracles exist because you are one of
them. My heart is heavy, my feelings
fragile, and my thoughts numb. Seeing
you suffer as your dad is almost unbearable.
I know the only way to make it through this is to allow the Savior to
take our burdens and sorrows. I love you
so much and know that anything is possible.
I find solace in thinking of fond memories that you and I have experienced
together. I think of when Christ says “Not
my will but Thine be done”. I know if it was my will I would fix
everything immediately and get on with life.
I know that the plan is set to refine us. This is in direct conflict with the natural
man. The natural man wants it easy, to
eat, sleep, drink, and be merry. What a
contrast! I have always joked with you
that you would never be stronger than me.
That my will would always be greater than yours. I concede.
Watching you go through these severe trials makes me realize that your
will and strength is greater than anything I can imagine. Thanks for being my son. I look forward to doing many father and son
things together again in the future.
I love you son,
Your dad,
John
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