The church my father built

Conima church

So there it is – a brand new church glistening in the sun there on the shores of Lake Titicaca high in the Peruvian Andes. A dream come true for my father, whose passion to do something for God led him back to the small village we left three and half decades ago.

While it took more than 15 years, he persevered and built a place of worship fit for any city. It was a labor of love which required sacrifice, hard work and faith to trust God for the impossible.

The building is done and now he continues to labor among the people. Aside from the Spaniards who came to conquer the land hundreds of years ago, few outsiders have dared to tread through our village, much less to settle there.

But it was in that village, where I was born, that my father saw a dream-like vision of nail-pierced hands on the horizon above Lake Titicaca, and he knew that God was calling him and he put his faith in Jesus.

It was a decision that anchored our family as we trekked over the mountains to the big city and eventually to Washington D.C., where he raised a family of four kids working two jobs.

Now in his retirement approaching his 80th birthday, I can see that the road has narrowed for him in many ways but the vision has become clearer. Life is about walking with Jesus and his faith has never been stronger.

A few years ago, he sat all four of us children down and told us about our inheritance … not much there financially he said apologizing. What I didn’t see then and what he may not have realized is that he’s leaving something far greater – his legacy of faith. None of us will doubt what mattered most to our father – his faith in Jesus.

I see the beautiful church which my cousin, the artist, snapped a picture of and put on Facebook, and I’m reminded of the lessons my father taught me and continues to teach me.

It hasn’t always been easy between us. As a little girl, I looked up to him with admiration and he was my hero. As I became a young woman and later a wife with a family of my own, I realized that even heroes have broken places.

The one thing I sought from him – his approval of my life has yet to come. (Something I explored here.) The longing for it used to hurt deeply, but now rather than holding onto that expectation, I’m free to love him where he’s at and as he is … and even to say I’m thankful, deeply thankful and proud to call him my father.

In my heart, I will always be father’s daughter and rejoice in it because first and foremost like my father, I’ve come to realize and know what matters most – my Heavenly Father’s great love for me.

 

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  • God bless you for honoring your father. I ache for you, but there’s the anticipation of knowing God IS GOING to grant you this desire of your heart, because you delight yourself in Him.

    Haven’t you noticed how, like labor pains, the hunger of wanting something becomes much more acute the nearer it comes to being realized? Don’t know exactly why. Maybe so we’ll really cry out in prayer. Maybe just so we’ll cry out in thanksgiving when it finally comes.

    Know this; we’ll be crying out in thankfulness with you when it happens! So keep us posted!

    God bless 🙂

    • Thanks Rebekah! The good news is that I have Heavenly Father’s approval and yes, while my heart yearns my earthly father’s I have peace. If that were to happen on this side of eternity … wow .. that would be the icing on the cake. 🙂

  • Thanks for sharing your heart Hulda. I’m glad you are able to see the blessing in the midst of the challenges. I’ve been to Lake Titicaca, on the Bolivia side. I had such a heart for the people there. Exciting to hear about the birth of this church!

  • What a beautiful tribute to the things you’ve learned to appreciate, the person your father actually is and the ways that is beautiful. What grace.

  • COMMENTS (5)

    1. crbark 24th June 2016 at 3:27 am -

      What a beautiful tribute to the things you’ve learned to appreciate, the person your father actually is and the ways that is beautiful. What grace.

      Reply
    2. Hulda 12th June 2016 at 6:43 pm -

      Wow, that’s amazing, Charity! You truly are a world traveler. So you know exactly what I mean when I say Lake Titicaca. 🙂

      Reply
    3. Charity 12th June 2016 at 4:15 am -

      Thanks for sharing your heart Hulda. I’m glad you are able to see the blessing in the midst of the challenges. I’ve been to Lake Titicaca, on the Bolivia side. I had such a heart for the people there. Exciting to hear about the birth of this church!

      Reply
    4. Rebekah Love Dorris 11th June 2016 at 10:15 pm -

      God bless you for honoring your father. I ache for you, but there’s the anticipation of knowing God IS GOING to grant you this desire of your heart, because you delight yourself in Him.

      Haven’t you noticed how, like labor pains, the hunger of wanting something becomes much more acute the nearer it comes to being realized? Don’t know exactly why. Maybe so we’ll really cry out in prayer. Maybe just so we’ll cry out in thanksgiving when it finally comes.

      Know this; we’ll be crying out in thankfulness with you when it happens! So keep us posted!

      God bless 🙂

      Reply
      • Hulda 12th June 2016 at 6:42 pm

        Thanks Rebekah! The good news is that I have Heavenly Father’s approval and yes, while my heart yearns my earthly father’s I have peace. If that were to happen on this side of eternity … wow .. that would be the icing on the cake. 🙂

        Reply

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