On the eve of the first year without my dad I am sitting here trying to write down all the things I can remember about him. This day came so fast. But it feels like its been forever. This is the man I remember. Strong, beautiful, totally hilarious, loving, peaceful, completely at the mercy of his Creator. Clay in the potter’s hands. As my mind is flooded with tender memories that make me smile, and cry, and laugh, a passage comes to mind.
“Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple; and he who sits on the throne will shelter them with his presence. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst anymore; the sun shall not strike them, nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”
And as my heart is slowly being mended by my heavenly Father a peace comes over me because I know that my daddy is home. He is at the feet of Jesus. He is finally at rest eternally glorifying the God who created him. And I cannot wait until I get to see him again. But even more so until I can stand together with him at the throne of the one who gave his life up for me. Thank you Jesus.
-Oksana L. Kipko
