He is a father whose heart is shattering;
A husband whose soul is breaking.
He feels he has failed his family,
Only because he is unemployed.
Darkness surrounds his world,
As painful thoughts fill his head.
He watches his family struggle,
Knowing that there is nothing he can do to make things better.
His eyes are filled with sorrow,
As he thinks of tomorrow.
But I witnessed a moment….
A moment that was weakening yet strengthening at the same time.
A moment of sadness and pure joy.
A moment of inspiration and motivation.
He had no reason to rejoice, believe or have faith…Or did he?
I saw him worshipping his God with a mixture of joy, belief and faith.
His legs dancing, tears falling down his eyes, his head bowed down, his mouth
uttering the most surprising words….” you are faithful.”
His whole body covered in humility and enveloped in unending worship.
That moment, I his son, felt a warmth in my heart.
That moment, I heard heaven’s doors screeching as they opened for him
and saw God smiling and embracing him -my father.
I was weakened because I knew what he was going through.
I was strengthened, for I knew how impossible it was to do what he had just done
while going through what he was going through.
At that moment, I was proud to be his son.
I was completely joyous and driven to believe what he had just done.
I desired to have his unshakable faith;
His love for his God that crosses all boundaries;
His understanding that made him know that no matter what, God is God and that he
will never let go of his hand.
His strength to endure, to hold on, and to put one leg in front of the other in a dark
and cold alley.
His humility that is not afraid or ashamed to be small enough to fit in God’s plan