Thanks Dad

Saturday November 27 2010 9:33 pm | Comments (0) Tags: , , ,

For the LORD your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who shows no partiality nor takes a bribe. He administers justice for the fatherless and the widow, and loves the stranger, giving him food and clothing. Therefore love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt. Deuteronomy 10:17-19


I woke up today thinking about my dad. So I thought I’d deviate from my God Calling journal and write my blog in tribute to him.

 

Today, November 27, 2010 marks the forty-fifth anniversary of the day my dad, Robert Edward Devine, went home to be with Jesus after battling cancer three different times.

He was only forty-eight years old and left my mom with ten children he adored.

Although I grew up without a dad, I knew the Father’s love because of the love and faith my dad instilled in me. Even at age seven I understood his unconditional love for his children.

This legacy of faith and love lives on to eternity in the lives of me and my children and hopefully my future grandchildren.

God took care of our family with the love of friends and family who stepped in when we needed it. Growing up in a community like Anaconda, MT helped us feel the love of God through the people of God.

One of my favorite bands is Mercy Me. The lead singer, Bart, wrote a song after his dad died titled “Finally Home. This song says exactly what I’d like to say about my dad.

So I share the words to the song along with this YouTube video with you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ng3hXrhaGRU&feature=related

Finally Home by Mercy Me – Buy it today

http://www.itunes.com/

I’m gonna wrap my arms around my daddy’s neck and tell him that I missed him.

And tell him all about the woman that I became and hope that it pleased him.

So much I want to say and so much I wanted you to know.

When I finally make it home.

When I gaze upon the thrown of the King frozen in my steps

And all the questions that I swore I would ask, words just won’t come yet.

So amazed at what I’ve seen, so much more than this old mind can hold.

When I finally make it home.

And the sweetest sound these ears have yet to hear is the voices of the angels.

When I finally make it home.

Dad. When I finally make it home. I’ll be glad to see you.

I love you and miss you,

Your eighth child…
Gigi

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