The
year before Chuck and I were married, we commissioned an artist in
Dallas to make a life-size sculpture of a young boy and his grandfather
fishing off a log. The grandfather had his arm around the boy's
shoulder and was looking at him as if to say, "Good job, boy....hold the rod tight....be patient ....wait for the tug".
The
statue were a replica of my husband's son Troy and Chuck's father,
Pap. He commissioned it as a way to remember the cherished moments of
grandson and grandfather spending quality time together. And Chuck was
massively proud of this project.
When
we moved from Dallas to the lake 18 years ago, we moved Troy and Pap
with us as they sat on that bronze log and fished the days away. It was
a way for people to find our house by boat....a life-sized memory that
made us smile each time we went to the boathouse...and was a great
conversation starter as we told the story of Troy and Pap to anyone who
would listen.
But now, the lakehouse is sold....everything has been moved....the page has been turned. That
same little boy who is now a man, came to move the statue one last
time this week; to his own house. It will continue to be smiled at by those who
see it...the story will continue to be told and the memory and legacy will most
certainly continue on.
But
it wasn't until it was being moved a few days ago that I saw it with a
different set of eyes. I saw the complete picture. I was reminded that
God was much like Pap....arm around His children's shoulders saying, "Good
job, child of mine...I will encourage you through the Floods of
disease, death and discouragement. I will help you hold your head up...to be patient...and
to wait for My Spirit's tug. I will see you through the Summers Heat and
the Winters Snow."
And
the promise that He will never be further than the seat on the log next
to us through all the days of our life, and then we will dwell in the
house of the Lord....forever.
"God Is Always Near Us.
Always For Us.
Always In Us."
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