Today would have been William H. Booth’s 67th birthday. Most knew him by the nickname Bill. I knew him as dad. He has been gone now for almost 33 years.
Over the years I have wrestled with the looming question of why my father died so young. Yes, he did have heart problems. Yes, perhaps the medical team at the ER should have taken extra precautions. Regardless, he still died of a massive heart attack when he was 34.
But over these 33 years, with these and other questions still in my mind, I have discovered that God is trustworthy. The fact that my dad died has not shaken my faith, rather it has strengthened it. I stand amazed over these 33 years of how faithful God has been and still continues to be.
Yes, on days like this, I miss my dad. I wish that I could text him happy birthday. I wish I could have taken him out for breakfast this morning. I wish that he could see his granddaughters …
But I have hope. I know that he is in heaven. And I aim to make it there too.
In the meantime, I thank God for the five years that I knew my dad. I thank God for providing me with a strong mother who raised me by herself for ten years. I thank God that he provided her with a great husband, and me with a bonus dad. And meanwhile, I live my life as God wants me to.
Happy birthday dad. I will see you in heaven someday.