One day. There is one day out of the entire year that belongs to my dad. There is one day out of the entire year that I am scheduled to give my dad attention, thank you cards, gifts and maybe a home cooked breakfast. The other 364 days I’m giving my dad medical bills, tires to change, tears to wipe, and white hair. It’s like I’m eating an entire cake, and saving one leftover piece for dad. Something calls for a ratio change.
The night before Father’s Day I thought, “Maybe I should wake up early tomorrow and make my dad breakfast.” It was a nice thought, but I ended up choosing sleep instead. I woke up the next morning to hear my dad yelling my name from upstairs. Walking to the kitchen, I came to find a scrumptious breakfast waiting for me on the table. It was Father’s Day, yet my dad made me breakfast. Then I thought, “Maybe I’ll spend some time with him this afternoon.” It was a nice thought, but I ended up spending the whole afternoon studying for my human biology exam instead. When my dad came in the house after working in his garden he said, “How about you teach me what you’re studying. This way it will help you remember it for the exam tomorrow.” It was Father’s Day, yet my dad took time to help me study.
Now it was 8 o’clock at night and I still had nothing to show for Father’s Day. At last I thought, “I’ll whip up a card to give him.” Giving my dad the 10 minute made card, he looked at me with the biggest smile of appreciation as if someone had just given him gold. I’ll never forget what he said next, “This is too much, Mollie. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” I had just handed my dad the most thrown together card in the history of Father’s Days, yet he adored it.
How similar is my time spent with my heavenly Father? I think, “I should wake up early tomorrow morning and spend time in prayer.” It’s a nice thought, but I seem to choose sleep instead. Then I go throughout the day thinking, “Maybe I’ll spend some time reading my Bible this afternoon.” It’s a nice thought, but I end up studying for Human Biology instead. Finally, it’s almost time to go to bed and I think, “Maybe I’ll just whip up a quick prayer; I might be able to stay awake for at least 10 more minutes.” I throw God my left over time from the day, and yet He is beaming with excitement with whatever time I give Him. It’s like I’m eating an entire cake and saving one leftover piece for God. Something calls for a ratio change. Although our earthly fathers and our heavenly Father may be grateful for even our leftovers, maybe its time we start handing them the first piece of the cake.
