Thanks, Dad

Note: This story first appeared in the New Era, a christian magazine for youth, in April 1993. It was written by Julian Dyke.

“It seemed like he was never home. Then I realized he was with me in the ways that really matter.”

“When I was young, our little family lived in a one-bedroom apartment on the second floor. I slept on the couch in the living room. …

My dad, a steelworker, left home very early for work each day. Every morning he would … tuck the covers around me and stop for a minute. I would be half-dreaming when I could sense my dad standing beside the couch, looking at me. As I slowly awoke, I became embarrassed to have him there. I tried to pretend I was still asleep. … I became aware that as he stood beside my bed he was praying with all his attention, energy, and focus—for me.

Each morning my dad prayed for me. He prayed that I would have a good day, that I would be safe, that I would learn and prepare for the future. And since he could not be with me until evening, he prayed for the teachers and my friends that I would be with that day. …

At first, I didn’t really understand what my dad was doing those mornings when he prayed for me. But as I got older, I came to sense his love and interest in me and everything I was doing. It is one of my favorite memories. It wasn’t until years later, after I was married, had children of my own, and would go into their rooms while they were asleep and pray for them that I understood completely how my father felt about me. It seemed like he was never home. Then I realized he was with me in the ways that really matter”

Photo Credit: “A Real Talk with Dad”, November 2014 New Era

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