My beloved Daddy, who died last October 7, took that as his mantra all his life long. He grew up in a family where they were dirt poor and had nothing, worked his way out of it, and made his mission in life to leave his children with the one thing he could never have: happy memories of their father. We travelled frequently even if we had to scrimp and save on other things, and we went on frequent weekend trips and picnics and cross-country drives together because Daddy believed that God would see us through â and He always did. When Daddy was finally confined to the Hospice, it was a great comfort to him that we girls sat round his bedside and talked about all the wonderful things we did together. We didnât talk about how all the bills were paid and the house payments made, or that we had a new car every two years, or even that we shared a common clothes closet and never had anything new until we went to work and earned it ourselves. We talked about the travelling, the intoxicating delight of staying in our very own motel room with our very own TV and âmagic fingersâ vibrating bed, and the delight of that big swimming pool just outside the window ⌠or the little cabin in Vermont where we all crowded together at night and were released at daylight into the big yard with our balls, hoola-hoops, jump ropes and jacks to run through crackling leaves and breathe crisp fall air ⌠or, for us older girls, sitting on the axel of âcrestfallen manorâ the handmade trailer we slept in at the race track where we sat in lawn chairs and watched Daddy try to make the field for Sundayâs race ⌠and if we had to eat eggs and tuna fish for the next week and take banana sandwiches in our lunch boxes, so what? God would see us through. And you know what? I never once wished during my lifetime that Daddy had deprived us of those happy experiences in order to pay off the mortgage six months sooner.
God DOES see you through. And I do believe that God wants His children to enjoy the world He created, not just stick their heads down on the ground and trudge along, paying bills and saving pennies for the day when everything is paid for and finally theyâre worthy of happiness.
I am glad my Daddy was a man who trusted in God to see us through. He never failed all his life to remind us that when we though we were at the end of our string, God would come through, and I bless him for it.