McKenzie River, Seen From Eagle Rock Lodge. Vida, Oregon. June 2014.
A Father Rolls Through
A good father, a father like my father, runs clear through the landscape of his children’s lives. Just beyond this unexpected bend, he’s a calming, deep pool: a safe place to reflect, to cleanse. From churning turbulence, he creates power.
A good father, a father like my father, makes it easy to embrace my heavenly Father. He provides justice tempered by mercy and always, always, makes me see that he loves me.
Honoring my superhero, my father Rodney Seiler, today, with a special nod to the dads who enrich the lives of my husband, our children, our nieces and nephews, and our grandlittles. Rick, Rich, Tim, Anthony, Jerry, Dave, Dean, Tom, Joey, Kevin, Rob, and Jeff: you guys are swell.
11 Now suppose one of you fathers is asked by his son for a fish; he will not give him a snake instead of a fish, will he? 12 Or if he is asked for an egg, he will not give him a scorpion, will he?
Luke 11:11-12 (NASB)