The Best Dad in the World

~ Sandi Staton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The journey was long and tortuous
Like being stuck in quicksand
The harder I struggled to get out
The farther I was sucked down
Into a slimy pit of depression
Anger and rage
Visions of my dad danced in my head
Like a blazing fire
Burning holes in my soul
Ravaging my spirit
Destroying my faith and trust
In God
In my dad
In the human race
Voices condemned me
Punished me
Convincing me that I am worthless
Unlovable
Unworthy
Feeling accepted eluded me
Friendships lied to me
Love slipped through my fingers like burning sand
Night and day my heart cried out to God
But He seemed deaf
Cold and distant
Just like my dad
My soul was a heap of ashes
The will to live was gone
Then one mystical morning
Jesus whispered my name
He clasped my hand
And through the smoldering fire
He led me straight to God
I collapsed sobbing in His open arms
Love consumed my soul
Renewed my strength
My hope
My faith
And I knew
And I know
And I believe at last
That God loves me
My soul is at rest
The ghosts are gone
And God
My Heavenly Father
Is forever by my side
I don’t why He loves me so
But this one thing I know
He is the best Dad in the world!

Published by Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.