will love their children
throughout their lives and no matter how old they get, they will
always be that amazingly beautiful children that filled their lives
with joy. Sometimes, however, we do not realize their unrelenting
sacrifices until we become parents ourselves; sometimes we are so busy
with our lives that we forget they are getting old.
Here's a heart warming
and touching narrative of a beautiful, uplifting and moving parental love,
faith and dedication inspired by the writings of Susan Fahncke.
I awoke in the night to find
my husband, Marty, gently rocking our baby son, Noah. I stood for a
moment in the doorway, watching this amazing man with whom I was so
blessed to share my life, lovingly stroke Noah’s fat pink cheeks in an
effort to comfort him. This was one of several nights Noah had been up,
burning with a high fever.
Tears filled my eyes as I
watched my beautiful husband move Noah’s little cheek up against his own
chest, so that Noah could feel the vibrations of his voice. Noah is
deaf. Learning to comfort him has brought on a whole new way of thinking
for us. We need to use
touch, his soft blanket, the feel of our voices, and most
importantly, the use of sign language to communicate emotions and a
sense of comfort to him.
We had taken Noah to the
doctor more times than I can remember. It had been a week and a half and
Noah’s fever remained very high and very dangerous, despite everything
the doctor or we had tried.
I offered to
take over for him, but he shook his head, and once again, I was amazed
at this wonderful man who is the father of my children.
When morning finally came,
we called the doctor and were told to bring him in again. Our hearts filled
with dread, while waiting in a small room. Our doctor finally came in and told us the news we expected. Noah had to be admitted to
the hospital. Now.
The drive to the hospital in
a neighboring town seemed unreal. I couldn’t focus on anything,
couldn’t think, couldn’t stop crying. It was a tortuous night, filled with
horrible tests that made my son’s tiny little voice echo through the
halls as he screamed over and over.
Marty and I had prayer
together with Noah. We held our son and the love
of my life lifted his voice to the Lord, telling Him how grateful we
were for this awesome little spirit with whom He had entrusted us. With
tears streaming down his face, he humbly asked the Lord to heal our son.
My heart was filled with comfort and gratitude.
A short time later, the
resident doctor came in. He told us that Noah’s first results were back,
and that he had Influenza A. No spinal tap was needed! Noah would
recover and soon be back to his zesty, tornado little self. We were told that it was fine to take Noah home. We couldn’t pack fast
A few days later, I was
cooking dinner. I felt at peace and
knew my husband was the greatest father I could ever want for my
children. I peeked around the corner into the living room, and chuckled
at the picture I saw. There was my husband, sitting in his “daddy
chair”, Noah in his lap.
They were reading a book, dad taking Noah’s
teeny hands to help him form the signs for the words in the book. They
both looked up and caught me watching them, and my husband and I
simultaneously signed “I love you” to each other, then to Noah. And then
Noah put his little arm up, trying to shape his chubby hand in his own
effort to sign “I love you” to his daddy. I watched with tears as my
husband carefully helped him form his tiny fingers into the sign with
his own gentle hands.
We have learned how some parents had bargained with God
a lifetime of sacrifice for the
life of their child; how they gave everything they had to raise the child. Parents have only good intentions for their
children but in raising them, sometimes they make mistakes. We should
understand because they were made out of love and their desire to prepare
their children for a better future.
Let us ignore
their shortcomings and remember
them not only on Mother's Day nor Father's Day but in every opportunity
we have. The greatest of
all in the eyes of God is the amount of love and gratitude we show
No matter how successfully we
have scaled in life, we let Him down if we are indifferent to them. The Lord remembers our love and kindness to
our parents. He
does not ignore our indifference to them either.
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~ Holly Dunn ~
folded silently in prayer
And reachin' out to hold me,
when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story
in the callous' and lines
Years of work and worry
had left their mark behind
I remember daddy's hands
how they held my mama tight
And patted my back
for something done right
There are things that I'd forgotten
that I loved about the man
But I'll always remember
the love in daddy's hands...
Daddy's hands were soft and kind
when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands were hard as steel
when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle
but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands.
I remember daddy's hands
workin' 'til they bled
just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
And never take for granted
the love in daddy's hands
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was a lot simpler when what we honored were father and mother rather
than all major credit cards. ~Robert Orben~