Yes, I am crying.
Again.
No, it’s not because I’m sad.
I am crying, because it’s what I do, when my mind is blown. That happens sometimes.
My mind is blown because of my Dad. My incredible, steadfast and immovable Father. And I never even knew, how incredible he is.
My Dad, is my role model. My firm foundation, given of God, to me. Not because he’s perfect, but because he, like Melchizedek, was called and prepared from the foundation of the world, on account of his exceeding faith and good works; in the first place being left to choose good or evil, and he, having chosen good, and exercising exceedingly great faith, was sent here. For me.
He is Charity, the humblest person and the most selfless FHB (Fallible human being) that I know. He is the master of Charity in word, all compliment no complaint. Always uplifting never uprooting. Constantly creating confidence in others, always has a kind word and quick to express gratitude, it is impossible to be around him and not feel appreciated.
Indeed, the master of Charity in deed. Quick to give good gifts, and always there to lend a hand in times of need. I have never felt I needed help and left unanswered. When you talk with him, you have his undivided attention, quick to listen and quick to understand your point of view and position. He never interrupts, never argues. Patiently he waits, listens, and seeks to understand before being understood. He is a man among men, without recognition. When you talk to him, you feel like you are the most important person alive, because he listens and talks with you like you are – always values what you have to say. Whatever you talk about, he acts like it is the most interesting thing in the world, and he never brings the conversation back to himself. A selfless builder of others.
I watched them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a ho-heave-ho and lusty yell,
They swung a beam and a sidewall fell.
I asked the foreman, “Are these men skilled,
As the men you’d hire if you had to build?”
He gave me a laugh and said, “No indeed!
Just common labor is all I need.
I can easily wreck in a day or two
What builders have taken a year to do.”
And I tho’t to myself as I went my way,
Which of these two roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder who works with care,
Measuring life by the rule and square?
Am I shaping my deeds by a well-made plan,
Patiently doing the best I can?
Or am I a wrecker who walks the town,
Content with the labor of tearing down?
My Dad is a builder. He has supported and sought to build me to the best me, even when I am content being a mental midget. My Dad is a builder, and though he may at times feel unappreciated, and insignificant as he sacrifices his time, talents and money to everyone he can, he means everything to me.
And as for me?
Well, I will follow my Father. Just as he has.
