The following post has been updated for clarity. It was originally posted in 2008, and it’s especially poignant because my dad features here. It’s a post that he got to read – and in fact, left several comments (ALL IN CAPS) about how proud he was of my little blog.
After losing him in 2018, these memories – and the memories of how excited he was when I hit ‘publish’ – are all the sweeter.
Psalm 126 – A Pilgrim Song
It seemed like a dream, too good to be true, when God returned Zion’s exiles. We laughed, we sang, we couldn’t believe our good fortune. We were the talk of the nations – God was wonderful to them!” God was wonderful to us; we are one happy people.
And now, God, do it again – bring rains to our drought-stricken lives, so those who planted their crops in despair will shout hurrahs at the harvest, so those who went off with heavy hearts will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.’
This ‘pilgrim song’ is my anthem today. I love the Message’s translation (above) because it makes David’s faith in God so real and in-your-face. His confidence in God is absolute – there’s not a doubt that God will provide for Israel here, just a child asking his Father to do it again.
My dad loved to tell everyone – including all my crushes and peers – stories about my childhood. Awkward? YES. Appreciated? NO.
I mean, I get it now. I really do. But as a teenager, it was torture.
So this particular story was one of his favorites. See, I’d been allowed to ride into town with Dad on an errand. This fact alone meant that I’d beaten my sister in the race to be the first one wearing shoes. It was a winner-take-all fight, because we both knew that errands with Dad often turned into a ‘Daddy date’, complete with ice cream cones and a chance to sit on his lap and ‘drive’ home.
Those were the good ol’ days, y’all. Car seats were a suggestion.
Apparently, after we’d visited the shop or Auto Zone or wherever Dad’s errand had taken us, he pulled in to the Dairy Queen.
That’s magic town for a kid, man. Mushy cones with brightly printed paper wrappings full of dripping soft-serve ice cream [chocolate, vanilla, or swirl, no less!] awaited.
‘Dad?!?’ I asked excitedly ‘do you have any money?’
To which Dad replied ‘I sure do, honey!’
My response was simple. ‘Well, get it out!’
See, I already knew about the goodness of ice cream. This wasn’t my first rodeo, y’all – my Dad was famous for Daddy dates with us girls. And I already knew his love for me. Totally and completely confident that an ice cream cone was in my very near future, I was on my game. I was ready to expedite whatever process stood in the way of my devouring The Best Ice Cream Cone Ever.
Verse 4 of David’s prayer reminds me of that. God, do it again! I remember when you provided for us before, and it was awesome. Now, we’re waiting in anticipation for you to work miracles and bring us favor, peace, and joy again. We know You can, we know You will, and we rest in the promise of Your love for us. Do it again, Lord!
It’s childlike faith, y’all. Plain and simple.
So what are you asking for today?