We have framed prints in our house that we put up because we liked them and they were painted or photographed by geniuses: Monet, Ansel Adams, Miro. But they've become decoration. We walk by them every day, but the reasons that we put them up have been forgotten.
When someone close to you dies it's like a chance to stop and look at a masterpiece again and really appreciate it. I've known my Dad all my life. I'm familiar with so many of his idiosyncrasies. But I'm seeing him in a new way now and it's changing the way that I want to live my life.
I've always known that he was focused on loving Jesus and sharing the Gospel. But now I'm seeing how these two things gave purpose to his life and changed his approach to everything. I might be focused on enjoying a restaurant's food while he would be looking for a way to talk about Jesus with the wait staff. Now that I have this time to ponder his life, I see the many people that were brought into God's Kingdom through him and the satisfaction this gave him, and I'm beginning to see the overall design and appreciate the genius of his life.
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