A Father’s Day Letter to My Son 6-17-90
I was just sitting and thinking about you. In my mind, I traced your growth from an infant to the present.
I remember how hard it was at times to have to discipline you. It was a delicate balance I tried to keep; to set boundaries and limitations to your curiosity. I knew for your safety, I couldn’t let you just pull the portable hi-fi down anytime you wanted to. On the other hand, I didn’t want to stifle the strong determination you displayed.
You also showed a strong desire for order (always arranging shoes neatly in a row; stacking blocks higher than I or your mom could, etc.)
Later in school; I watched your desire to learn and your self-discipline. As a father, I love you and am honored to have you for a son. However, the growth I am most impressed by is your growth in God and in your faith.
I know there are some trying times in your life at the present. I know sometimes it may seem like no progress is being made. But our vision is very limited. We can’t see beyond our noses.
Keep your faith in God growing. There are answers (the right answers) to all our problems. God is the only one who has them.
I pray for you and Gwen; love both of you and the children so much. If the power were in my hands to make everything right; I would. I keep praying for both of you, keep trusting.
With all my love,
I had contacted Allen Cab Co. about going to work driving a cab. They approved my application and said be at the office at 8 a.m. Monday morning with $20 for a security deposit and I could start work then.
It was Sunday evening and I had a total of $3.40. There was no doubt in my spirit that I would have the $20 Monday morning. I hadn’t talked to anyone about it but my faith was sure that somehow, I would have the money.
For some reason that I didn’t understand, I kept going to my dresser and picking up the picture compartment of my wallet. It was lying by itself, out of my wallet, on the dresser. I must have checked it 5 or 6 times that night. It was empty, not even any pictures in it.
Monday morning, almost time to go and I haven’t had th at knock at the door and someone miraculously hand me the $20.
My faith is still strong. I know deep down inside I will have the money in a few moments. I felt that urge again to check my wallet’s picture compartment. I am slightly annoyed by that urge, but I do it anyway.
In almost disbelief, I look at the $20 bill folded inside the compartment.
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