"The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul."

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Dear Children...

Neither can they die any more: for they are equal unto the angels; and are the children of God, being the children of the resurrection.

Luke 20:36

This is a letter that my father wrote to his seven children before his passing. I think of it as a love letter. A father's love never stops for his children, no matter how tall, how old, or how far away they are. He continues to watch over us, even from a distance as far as heaven. Here is his letter....

Dear Children,
I love all of you;

As I write this my heart is somewhat burdened as I look back and realize how many times I have been selfish and let you down, when I could have been alot more compassionate and understanding in spite of a Father' s euphemistic desire for the very best in his children.

It was very foolish for me to expect more from you than you saw exemplified by your very unwise Father, yet, I lived in this shroud of euphemism, a fanciful world of my own, sometimes in a world of self-pity, sometimes in a world of self-incrimination.

My life became a bit cloudy after certain events came about.

Things changed, priorities kind of flip-flopped, and I had great difficulty keeping my balance to the point I could function with any degree of reality with any goal or future at heart, or as a foundation upon which I could base, my base of fundamental values and hold my course that would guide me in this sea of muddled confusion.

But, all in all, I'm very proud of you.

I'm happy to have been your father and pleased that you have shown me love.

Keep true to your values, and I pray they are of good moral healthy ones.

I don't know what the future holds, nor do I wish to, but, I have no desire to pursue any project but the short span I have, with Christ's help.

I fear not passing, I just hope some how, some way, I have helped each of you in a way or ways that may entrench you in a course of consistency toward a very happy and successful journey through life.

My witness of my church life and experience with its function remain ever steadfast, even tho, I neglected for several years the graces it offered, even knowing the wonderful satisfaction of the protection of God's own umbrella of peace and guidance; but thank God I awoke in time to clasp his Holy Hand and reclaim my heritage that my precious mother embraced.

My children have been a constant source of comfort and shared love.

In life you stumble but, God will lift you up.

Keep the faith, don't sell your spiritual life for numbers and popularity.

You guys have had the innocent pure love I so desperately needed.

At times in my life I cried out to God, you have come and put your arms around me.

Thanks, thanks, I love you so.

Ya'll were my buoy in my sea of turmoil.

Always be my children, with a big heart.I know your lives has had its bumps and lumps and I have suffered with you.

Thanks for being my children.I love you very much.

Whatever I was able to pass on to you or teach may you remember them.

Keep your values as eternal ones.

Isn't that like a stubborn father wishing the best for his children?

Your lives have been one of deprivation and depression, disappointment and tragedy.

My heart has broken for you, not only in prayer but in misery in being unable to help you, even at time I really neglected you to my sorrow.

You pretend to be tough and not care but I see your hearts.I've prayed,oh, so very much, with tears for my children.

James Gargus, My Father

Holy Spirit,Doves,Love,Children,Heaven


lady jhunnelle said...

This is so touching, I grew up without a father, but just last year, i received a text from him, I am thankful to God when I learned that he trusted the Lord 4 years ago. it was an answer to my prayer. I've been praying for his salvation, though.

Thank you for the comment


Anonymous said...

Very inspiring, the letter bought a tear too my eye, thinking of my father as his birthday is coming up soon he would be 83 if he was still alive on the second of september.

FishHawk said...

Oh how I wish I could have received such a letter from my earthly father. For I still bear the scars of being such a disappointment in his eyes. Nonetheless, it has helped to now know that this was all part of my Heavenly Father's plan, and that my earthly father couldn't help being that way towards me.

Gabrielle said...


Thank you for sharing this....I think that it is wonderful for your father to have shared his heart with his children before leaving....words of regret, sorrow, love, and encouragement.

Gigi said...

Lance, thank you for sharing your Father's letter with us...what a heart you have! It reminds me of a letter my father in law might have written...the cadence...I pray that you have peace knowing that you were loved by your earthly Father and are loved by your Heavenly Father.

Anonymous said...

Definitely a love letter - such honesty and love. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

LauraLee Shaw said...

Wow, what a blessed man you are. I would've loved to hear these heartfelt and loving words from a father.But so glad I have all kinds of love letters from my Heavenly Daddy. So glad you shared the blessing with your readers, and I hope many fathers think about his words and learn. As a mama, I will. ;)

I am said...

Great Post Lance, very interesting story

AngelBaby said...

What a beautiful letter, your father loved you very much. He must have been a very good man. You are so lucky to have a father like that.

Love and Blessings,

Nihal said...

I am very impressed.. Although my english is not soo perfect and because of that i couldnt understand all words;; the feeling is very strong.. Thanks for sharing.. If i am going to be a mom someday, i will write to my childs,too..

Liara Covert said...

It appears your father was able to reconcile many emotions and memories before his passing. He clearly loved his family and raised his awareness to new levels before he parted from this life. To experience a series of revelations is eye-opening, regardless of how old you are or which experiences shape you.

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