Encouraging Words

United Church of the Valley Christmas Cantata 2010
Pleasing my Father
My dad’s approval is important to me. As a child, I would have rather endured a spanking than heard him quietly say, “I’m disappointed in you.”
My dad has also encouraged me to write since I was a small child.
So when I blogged about his church’s Christmas Cantata last week, I took a deep breath when I sent him an email:
Hi Dad,

My blog post today is about our visit to your church on Sunday. There’s a link beneath my signature if you’d like to read it.
We really enjoyed it. Thanks again for inviting us.

It had been a long time since I had offered up my writing for him to read.

He responded, later that day, writing that he hoped we’d enjoyed the performance.

I was crushed. Where was my approval? Why wasn’t my daddy proud of me? I was seven years old all over again. I mentioned my hurt to Rich, who wisely commented that I hadn’t asked Dad to comment on the blog; I’d simply invited him to read it.

A few hours later my dad sent me another message. Tears stung beneath my eyelids as I read it: 

I under spoke; your blog is beautiful!
Love, Pop

Later, the tears welled again as I suddenly realized that my post contained not a single word of appreciation for the choir’s performance. The bitter taste of selfishness rose in my throat.

I edited my post to reflect our enjoyment of the cantata. And I felt like a grownup as I realized that when I bestow praise, it pleases my father. And my Father.

11 Dear brothers and sisters, I close my letter with these last words: Be joyful. Grow to maturity. Encourage each other. Live in harmony and peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you.
2 Corinthians 13:11 (NLT)

Comments

  1. Thank you for sharing so transparently here. It's difficult to admit our times of selfishness and our need for others' approval. I'm certain both father and Father are well pleased.