Lord, today I’m thinking about my dad. He was born 109 years ago this month. I remember when he lost his job at age sixty, fired just like that when a large conglomerate purchased the firm he worked for. He had no special training, had not even finished high school. At age thirteen he’d quit school and worked to help support his large family.
It was not easy finding new work at an age when many people were about to retire. But he had to do something fast. He had a wife and children to take care of.
I recall Dad combing the pages of the Wall Street Journal looking for small businesses that were available to buy or sell. He hoped to put owners and buyers together. Within three years he was not only established in this new field of business mergers but he earned more money in commissions than he ever earned in his previous career. God, you blessed him beyond anything he envisioned.
I asked him how he kept his wits and his health during this time of great stress. “I leaned on Jesus,” he said. “He’s a good friend to have.” My father gave all the glory to you, Lord, the one he knew as the author and the finisher of his life and work.
His example cast a light on my path. When my life was about to fall apart years ago, I looked to him and to you, and fell together instead. Thank you for the gift of my father on earth and my father in heaven.