My Daddy came to live with me and my husband about 16 years ago. He was living alone at the time and without Yahweh in his life. He was deceived about who the real Elohim was and used to read the ‘bible’ written by a cult religion. My husband and I had prayed that Yahweh would open Daddy’s eyes to the deception he was getting from what he was reading.
One day (before he came to live with us) he called me and said he had been reading John chapter 1 and read to me what his ‘bible’ said. He read…”In the beginning was the word and the word was with God, and the word was a god….”.
He was shocked, much to my delight, because I knew that Yahweh had indeed opened his eyes. My husband and I gave him a King James Bible for his birthday and he loved it. Many were the nights I would see him sitting in his chair pouring over the Word.
After he came to live with us, I saw his life truly change over the years. He had a servant’s heart and made friends easily. Whenever we went shopping, he never left the store until he had an opportunity to speak a word of encouragement to someone.
As Daddy got older, he became forgetful. At first, I tried to get him to remember whatever it was that he had forgotten…someone’s name, a place we had gone to, a movie we had seen. But reminding him did not help, but rather upset him. He didn’t want to be reminded that he was getting forgetful. I realized it made him lose some of his dignity and self-respect, so I stopped trying to make him remember things. He also became hard of hearing, so I began speaking louder for him. I always thanked him for anything he did for me. He’d say, “You don’t have to thank me. It’s my house too.” But I never wanted him to feel taken for granted. He was such a big help around the house.
Like I said, he had a servant’s heart and was never content to just be sitting. He was unselfish to a fault, and if anyone wanted something he had, he never hesitated, but gave freely. He taught me so much about living a more godly life. He had to give up driving several years ago and I would take him to his doctor’s appointments and to shop or get a haircut. We loved sharing those times together. He was such a joy.
Last year, my sweet Daddy passed away. I know that he is singing around the Throne and rejoicing with his other two daughters and parents. Although I still grieve for him, the wound is healing and I can say with King David, “he cannot come back to me, but I can go to him”. Being his daughter and having him live with us is a treasure I cannot ever replace. I was truly blessed.