Over the past few weeks, I have hardly made a post, not because I suddenly developed non - interest in my blog, but because I have been knocked down temporarily in the battle ring of life. This has left me lying on the ground helplessly, while trying to garner strength to stand up again to confront the punches accompanied with being alive on earth.
On the first day of the year, 2018, my dad and family gathered together to praise God for the opportunity He has given us to breath the fresh air of the new year, as none was missing in the family, without our knowledge that death was lurking around to snatch him away from us in the month of June.
The passing on to glory of my dad, Mr Awe L.E.E, has left me seriously devastated, even when I still live in self denial. In the past few weeks, I have experienced physical, spiritual, mental and emotional exhaustion, as I keep gasping for air that would bring me back on my feet to continue my own journey.
However, will I now say that God is wicked for permitting the death of my beloved dad? The answer to that question is NO, because God is forever faithful and good. The discretion to make or take away life, lies solely at His command, and hence no one can question His decision or authority, because He is God.
Dad I miss you and will continue to miss you, because the memory of you has become an indelible scar, that would always remain visible in my life.
I was born on a Friday and I lost you to the cold hands of death on a Friday. The day of the week called Friday, reminds me of my birth and your death, as I call it a day of two dimensions. L.E.E Yopido as I fondly called you, you were indeed an exceptional dad with high moral and disciplinary standards. Your disciplinary measures and legendary vision moulded me into the man I have become today. You taught me how to stand and walk like a real man, while incurcating in me the principles of self reliance.
Daddy your life was a classroom, and as your student, I learned as fast as I could, but I was evicted abruptly from the classroom when death snatched you away from me. Like a Lion that you were, you taught me to be bold, fearless, and how to apply wisdom in all things, while chiding me before your death, to continue in your footsteps of humility, simplicity and integrity.
There are many who die, but not many have the rare privilege of knowing when they will be caught up to glory, but you did. You are the Elijah of our time, and as your Elisha, I stayed with you and saw you caught up to glory.
Moreover my consolation remains in the fact that you died in the Lord. The book of 1 Thessalonians 4:13, admonishes us not to grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.
Daddy continue to rest in the blossom of the Lord, till we meet to part no more in Jesus name, amen.
~Engr. Awe Hilary
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