The following is the second letter in an series of “open letters” to my children. They represent the lessons I’ve learned in life that are most dear to my heart and are inspired by the last words my father wrote to me before he died. To start with Letter #1…CLICK HERE!
My father passed away unexpectedly in 2008. He was not a wealthy man and as a result, the possessions he left behind didn’t consist of much. I inherited a small life insurance policy (which barely covered his burial expenses), a coin collection, and a few other small items around his house that I decided to keep as reminders of him. However, none of those things meant more to me than the words he wrote on the back of his life insurance policy file. It was only a short paragraph that he wrote to my sister and me, but it meant so much more because at that moment I was never able to speak to my father again. I would never hear his voice again. But those words gave me the ability to hear his voice one last time. They essentially became the last words my father ever spoke to me.
Five years ago I drank my last sip of alcohol. Every so often I have found it beneficial to re-visit the reasons why I decided to quit drinking and reflect on the things I learned during my time with alcohol. Over the last several years I have normally done this in my personal journal but I have felt recently that God wanted me to share these reasons and insights here on this blog so that others may have the opportunity to find strength or new clarity on the subject. With that being said, I hope that if you have been inspired by this post, or know of someone who may benefit from it, that you would share it in whatever manner you see fit.
The following is a true story that has stuck with me ever since the first time I heard it and seems to be one that the Holy Spirit continually reminds me of in my personal walk of faith. This is my best recollection of the story as it was told to me by a friend of mine who is a youth pastor. I have changed the names for privacy purposes.