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Dear Daddy

24 Jun

 The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it,
for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.
 The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth
will bring their splendor into it.
  On no day will its gates ever be shut,
for there will be no night there.

Revelation 21:23-25


Life is busy and it always seems like there are never enough hours in a day to accomplish the to-do list.  So, I usually don’t make one any more.  If it gets done, then terrific.  If it doesn’t, then there’s tomorrow.  The dust accumulates, the laundry piles up, and the grass needs to be cut every few days.  In the midst of the normal and the usual, there remains a void.  A vacancy that entered my life 21 years ago.  It came without being invited or even expected, although there were all kinds of symptoms pointing out the obvious.  Denial maybe, or simply love wouldn’t let my heart and my mind go there.  But it happened anyway.


Me and my Daddy

Me and my Daddy

It’s that time of year, you know.  Father’s Day, June 24th, and then your 59th wedding anniversary on July 7th.  We really don’t need these special days to remember you.  You truly do live on in our hearts and in our minds.  We post pictures of you on Facebook and tell stories about ’55 Chevys, fishing trips, vacations and working midnights at Ford Motor Company.   These photos and tales trigger personal nuggets of warm fond memories that usually bring a smile to the hearts of friends and family.


I often wonder what you would think about some of the trends of the day, like Starbucks.  You, the king of coffee – would you have become a coffee snob and preferred the fresh roasted coffee beans of the local coffee shops?   How about cable TV, laptop computers and tablets, and smart phones?  Mother just upgraded to one and is even impressing me with her ability to conquer the newest technology of an iphone 6!  Would you two share a cell phone or would you both need to have your own so Mom could track you down at the lake and remind you that it was soon time for supper?  Sigh …


Much talk of a grand reunion of great friends and brothers in Christ has taken place in the past few months since Bro. Bill Denny passed away in February.  I’m sure you enjoy watching the shuffle board tournaments along the Streets of Gold as you cast your fishing line out into the Crystal River nearby.  I also wonder about the trends of the day there … what is it like to be reunited with life-long friends and loved ones?  Does Heaven have seasons?  Are your hunting beagles there, along with Pudgy, Toy, Angie … and my Scottie?  How about my sibling … my twin?  Did I have a sister or another brother?  And then there’s Jesus.  Do you actually fish, talk to others and walk about, or are you forever enthralled with the Presence of Jesus Himself?  Sigh …


Ryan and Kim with their grandpa

Ryan and Kim with their grandpa

You are never far from my thoughts, Daddy.  Somehow we have learned to live this crazy busy life without you.  We have loved, laughed and lived.  I miss you more than words could ever begin to express — I personally ache inside over my own loss of you not being in my children’s lives and in Cole and Lillie’s lives … and for the fact that you are not here growing old with mom.  Sigh …


I celebrate you today, Dad!  Even in the midst of the busy days, the thoughts of you, the random sadness that settles down on my spirit from time to time, even after 21 years, I celebrate you and the victory over death and the grave!  Heaven continues to get sweeter and sweeter with the passing of our friends and family.  It is quite possible that you still work the midnight shift (although Jesus will be the Light even at midnight!), coffee cup in one hand and the other outstretched to greet and welcome those arriving.  Someday …


I love you, Daddy!
Your Bobbie Naw

C is for Coffee

21 Jul

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1

My daddy was a coffee connoisseur.  He loved coffee and he loved it black.  Just plain black.  As far back as I can remember, there was always a coffee pot on the kitchen counter, ready for the next batch of brew to be made.  I chuckle as I sit here and think about the glass bubble top to the percolator … so fascinating to a young child to watch the coffee gurgle up to that bubble and fill the house with that comfy aroma. 

I, on the other hand, do not like plain black coffee.  My favorite brew of all times is a White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks.  A simple whiff and a sip can settle my anxious heart into happy thoughts.   But once I followed my finger across a calorie chart to the total count for this decadent drink and realized it was Starbucks’ most sugary slurp, I decided only to treat myself to this yummy beverage  maybe once a year or so.  I have since become mature and responsible in ordering my coffee.  Usually as I leave my childhood hometown after a visit with my mom, I pull in the drive-up window and place my order … 

“I would like a tall vanilla latte, decaf (or half caf, depending on the time of day), 2 Splendas, and whipped cream.”

More times than not, I hear a giggle from the other side of the order board.  I’m sure they think I’m silly for specifying Splenda, but topping it with whipped cream.  Oh well!   It’s MY comfy food!!

Comfy food.  Notice I didn’t say comfort food.  There is a difference.  Biscuits and gravy, chicken alfredo and garlic bread, or a big juicy cheeseburger with onion rings  ~  all of these and more are comfort foods for me.  But coffee is a comfy food.  I don’t HAVE to drink coffee, like so many people in my life do.  The caffeine crutch has never been an issue with me  ~  in fact, too much of the stuff gives me the jitters and makes my heart race … therefore the reason for ordering decaf or half caf.  But coffee is a comfy food.  If it’s rainy or snowing outside, I will crave a cup of coffee or a good cup of hot tea  ~  Constant Comment or Spiced Chai.  When family or friends are gathered around and we’re enjoying each other’s company, there’s nothing like a cup of coffee with some  tasty cream to go along with the visit.  Any time of the year, with the warm beverage in hand, the heart and soul can sit back, rest and be comfy … certain of that moment.

One of my favorite devotionals by Oswald Chambers is April 29

“Our natural inclination is to be so precise,
trying always to forecast accurately what will happen next so
that we look upon uncertainty as a bad thing.
The nature of the spiritual life is that we are certain in our uncertainty.

Certainty is the mark of the commonsense life—
gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life.
To be certain of God means that we are uncertain in all our ways,
not knowing what tomorrow may bring.
This is generally expressed with a sigh of sadness,
but it should be an expression of breathless expectation.
We are uncertain of the next step, but we are certain of God.

We are not uncertain of God, just uncertain of what He is going to do next.
If our certainty is only in our beliefs, we develop a sense of self-righteousness,
become overly critical, and are
limited by the view that our beliefs are complete and settled.
But when we have the right relationship with God, life is full of spontaneous,
joyful uncertainty and expectancy.
Leave everything to Him and it will be gloriously and graciously uncertain
how He will come in—but you can be certain that He will come.
Remain faithful to Him.”

Just as certain I was about my own Daddy, I can be even more certain of my Heavenly Father, who created me and calls me by name. Like embracing a warm cup of coffee, won’t you join me today in embracing the uncertainty of life with spontaneous joy and expectancy … as we allow our heart and soul to sit back, rest and be comfy?  …  All the while, certain of His care!


But now, this is what the LORD says–
he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
Isaiah 43:1

Until next time,