A letter to my father

I couldn’t wait to get this pen on paper…

See, I just got home after a full day’s business and as I whiled my way through the maze of traffic, my thoughts were on you. Today was spent with the amazing people you brought my way and have since become family. Our time was rich and came with a dose of refreshment for the soul. The evening turned out lovely as I sat over tea with my two sisters, indulging in seasoned conversations that left my taste-buds alive with zest.

All the while, this little tug in my heart stayed on and I could not deny the void within amidst the seeming fullness of life without. You know, no matter how much I try, I cannot experience the fullness of joy, peace, happiness, love or whatever when you are not in the picture.

See, you are my FATHER and yet there’s more to you than these six letters that attempt to describe your place and purpose in my life.

You are the missing link in my puzzles of life, you complete the picture, you settle me.

You are the connecting switch that turns my lights on

You are the striking match that lights a fire on the dreams in my heart

You are the warmth that rises up from within and causes me to look at the world through the lens of love

You are vision to my sight, the power behind my sails, the warrior that trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle

You are the final brush stroke that gives a touché to the painting of my life

Father, without doubt, the essence of life and destiny is locked up in you. In you I find me, I define me and the loveliest part is that I get to reflect and represent you.You are most glorified in me when I am most satisfied in you. My heart will still keep tugging at me everyday to reach out, to keep close to you. In your presence there is fullness of joy, at your right hand there are pleasure ever more.

I belong to you! my heart was made for you, here’s to living everyday with you in my mind, alive in my heart! I belong to you.



The greatest love, lover, love story

I think everyday we drift in and out of the scenes of life’s greatest love story, and we know not. We are part of the cast, no, actually we are co-starring but we know not. The lead man, the main guy, the starring is ever playing His part yet we know him not. His part in the story is to pursue and pour out his love to the co-star who holds a special place in his heart.

This love is majestic, fiercely delicate, so gentle yet it roars, so pure yet is jealous. It’s a tough kind of love, one that beckons ‘come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden’ yet quickly demands ‘take my yoke upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden light’. It’s a proactive kind of love ‘He chooses to shed this love abroad his subject’s heart’.

I think He is the greatest lover that has ever been, that is and will ever be. He loves unconditionally, steadfastly, ravishingly, wholly and unreservedly. He loves before his subjects could even find it to love him.

Many waters cannot quench this love, nor can floods drown it. Nothing can keep this lover away; if you ascend into heaven, he is there. If you make your bed in hell, behold he is there. If you take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there his hand shall lead you and his right hand shall hold you. He is unavoidable, inescapable, immutable.

So I awaken to the reality of this love, no one can resist it. It’s called AGAPE. Inside of me is a beam that resounds at the voice of this love and I can’t help but call out back after him. I choose to know this love; experience it, to know this lover; indulge Him, to know this great love story; be part of it. He is love and I am loved. I don’t need to earn it or prove my worth for it. Daily, through my inconsistencies, shortsightedness, limitations, He still pursues me.

Kalley Heiligenthal sings it…“Your love is devoted, like a ring of solid gold, like a vow that is tested, like a covenant of old. Your love is enduring through the winter rain and beyond the horizon with mercy for today”

And the beam in my heart resounds…”Abba, I long for that beauty that comes from letting you take over and me fading out. Let me be savagely hungry for you so much that if anything stands in between me and you, it must come under my feet. Your love makes me”