I said goodbye to my Dad
that morning. Coming to this
beautiful and special place
had been on my bucket list.
But I wasn’t prepared for
the waves of emotion that
overtook me as I gazed up
at the lighthouse, and out
over the lake.
Suddenly,
I felt FREE. I felt
like I belonged,after 50 years
of wandering and trying,
I finally felt at home.
With Dad in Alz. hospice, our family
is in a "storm". But I was reminded
that though Dad was always
like those huge limestone rocks for
our family he can’t guide us thru
this storm, Abba father is with us.
He is my lighthouse.
We came back the next day to
watch the sun set. Once the light
began to dim, the lamp began to
glow. First a glimmer, then a
ring of light, then beams of light
to brighten the night. As the darkness grew, the light became brighter! My King
is like that- light in my night
to lead me home.