There are valleys and hills in life.
The valleys are full of shadows.
The valleys are painful.
The valleys invite doubt.
We grow up believing that there is nothing redeemable in the valleys.
We prefer the hills.
But it is through both the hills and valleys where we learn perseverance and character.
It is where we find hope and where our faith is strengthened.
I first saw faith demonstrated in the valley- from my dad.
The Scriptures cry out to us, “If you have the faith of a mustard seed…the mountains will move.”
Our family was in the valley together… as my dad had just been told he could lose his eyesight.
The fear of not being able to see.
The fear of not being able to see his wife and children.
The fear of not being able to provide for his family.
The valley seemed so low.
The mountain seemed so high.
How could this impossible situation change?
How could the seemingly unmovable be moved?
His mustard seed faith stood in front of our church family and began to break forth through words and tears.
The roots of faith took hold and began to shake the mountain violently.
Prayers of faith and healing rained down on my dad and family.
Faith was no longer an empty idea.
It was a living example from my father.
It was Godly instruction, not from mere words, but from his life… his heart and soul.
The mountain was no longer a mountain.
It held no lasting or enduring obstacle.
By faith it was attainable.
The Father told my faithful father, “I will pick you up and put you on my shoulders.”
Faith is not a word. Faith is a life.
I saw the faith of my father through his life and by his example. As a child, I knew I wanted that kind of faith.
The seeds of faith had been sown from my father and into my own life.
Your father’s blessings are greater than the blessings of the ancient mountains… than the bounty of the age-old hills.
The great blessing of faith I received from my father was greater than the very foundations of the earth.
And as a father now myself, I must pass along this great blessing of faith to my children.
For a father, there is no greater responsibility.
The seeds that were sown into my life have taken root.
They have been watered by the pouring of the Spirit, and illuminated by the he radiance of the heavenly Father.
Now, the reproducing seeds of faith must be sown into my children.
May my blessings upon my children be greater than the blessings of the ancient mountains… than the bounty of the age-old hills.
Let me be a father who instructs his children in the way of the Lord.
Let me be a father who lives, not simply by words, but by how he is living his life.
Let me be a father who loves his wife and his children.
Let me be a father whose words and instructions are respected by his children, because they have learned he has their best interest in mind.
Let me be a father who guides, teaches, encourages, and molds his children in the way of Jesus by demonstrating love, forgiveness, mercy, and justice to everyone.
Let me be a father who lives life to the fullest and encourages his children to do the same.
Let me be a father who delights in his children and enjoys the richness of our relationship together.
Let me be a father who prays over his children and their endeavors by day and by night.
Let me be a father who lives by the example of honesty, hard-work, and trustworthiness so that his children will follow in these ways as well.
Let me be a father who extends the blessings of God to the lives of his children.
Let me be a father who will always stands by his family and demonstrates his faith through the highs and the lows, the mountaintops and the valleys.
Let me be a father who passes along the rich heritage of faith was given to me by the faith of my father.
Thanks dad… and Happy Father’s Day!