|Mom and Dad in Alaska|
He faced off against government hit-squads that wanted to kill his son, he defended his wife's honor when God the Father chose her to carry the Savior before she was properly married, and to save them both, he took his family to a hostile land that wasn't too fond of Jews. It takes a real man to be a dad. Wimps need not apply.
My father takes everything, EVERYTHING the Lord gives him and makes use of it...and offers it back.
He has time, so he gives away generous portions to drive donations to a shockingly poor Indian school in another state, and he drove a bus for the disabled. (Until they eliminated volunteers from their program.)
He has health, so he cooks and delivers meals to an infirm couple when they're in need, and he has a regular exercise schedule of walks, weights, and stretches to care for his gift.
If he sees something broken, he fixes it, so everyone can use it. If he sees plants that need tending, he tends them, so everyone can enjoy their beauty. If someone needs help, he's right there, without any prideful quibbles about the work being "beneath him".
I'm miserly. I often think of reasons why I can't volunteer, why it's not worth my time to help, or why I shouldn't take advantage of that gift I've been given, usually because of fear, sloth, indifference, or a combination of all three.
My father is never indifferent. He has a gift for seeing the possibilities in the mundane.
I try to follow his example as I'm navigating my own life, but it's a work in progress. I'm lucky to have a living reference when I need motivation, and I'm grateful God paired me up with my father.
There's so much more I can say, but I'll keep it simple.
Thanks, Dad. I love you.