A Grandfather’s Prayer

As I was going through the things of my Dad after his death, I came across these three pictures and my eyes welled up with tears.

These photos – all of the same statute of Abraham and Isaac just before the impending sacrifice - were all taken in the little cemetary in Virginia Beach where Dad spent so much time praying.  It’s a beautiful statute in a pleasant setting but that was not the reason for my tears.

As I gathered these up to set them aside and move on through the mountain of paperwork, I turned them face-down on the table.  A single word, written in Dad’s famous scrawl, caught my eye.  On the top of the back of one was written, “Daniel” – the name of my oldest son. 

Turning to the next one, I found, “Rob”. 

“Jon” was written on the third.

My precious father, used these pictures and this statute to pray for my children.  As Abraham of old prayed over his beloved son – the son of promise – and committed him to God, my sons were prayed over and for and committed into God’s hands on a daily basis.

I sat there staring at these pictures and weeping until the images swam before me.  The magnitude of the mantle passed to me upon my father’s death was realized afresh.  My children are precious gifts of God.  I daily lift them to the Throne and plead God’s protection and blessing upon their lives.  With Dad in Heaven now, I’ll have to double up – a task I readily accept.