My Dad was color blind. We five children thought that this was very fascinating, but also very funny. Now don’t get me wrong. We were not cruel, but we grew up in a family full of humor and laughter. Dad was often the brunt of our joking. I have written about it in the past, telling about some of the elaborate jokes we played on him, often with the help of my fun-loving mom.
I remember how we loved to ask Dad what color the trees were because pine trees, for instance, looked red to him. Peas and carrots looked the same color to him. Mom would decorate the house at Christmas with lots of blue because Dad could see blue. And she quit wearing her pretty pink Avon lipstick and nail polish when Dad finally told her that her lips and nails looked blue.
One day, many years later and with my own children, I was driving down the Autobahn in Germany. I passed a bright pink truck.
“Look!” said little Aaron, “there’s a blue truck!”
And I knew that Aaron, like my Dad, was color blind.
He’s proven it over the years as he talks about the color of certain items. One of the funniest is our daughter’s dog, Darcy. Aaron calls Darcy the green dog. 😊
One day not too long ago, Aaron was discussing his color blindness. We have told him many times about Granddaddy being color blind and that Aaron gets his color blindness from him.
“Mom,” Aaron commented that day, “I’m taking over what Granddaddy was.”
Aaron has the most uncanny, God-given ability to put profound truth into his concise and unexpected comments.
I know without a doubt that my dad was the kind of man that any of us who knew him would want to say what Aaron did…that we are taking over what he was.
That we are becoming…or are…even a small part of the wise, godly, and loving man that he was.
My Dad didn’t leave his five children with a huge earthly inheritance, but he left us with something far more valuable.
“Better is the little of the righteous than the abundance of many wicked. The Lord knows the days of the blameless, and their inheritance will be forever.” (Psalm 37: 16,18)
The word “inheritance” actually means “heritage.”
I’m so thankful that my Dad walked with God. He exhibited such kindness and caring to absolutely every person he knew. He met the needs of everyone that he possibly could. Oh, the stories I could tell!
You know, everything done in the past…for all of us…is over. Only the effects of those actions remain.
That is our true heritage.
So, at this time as we celebrate fathers, I just want to honor mine by saying that he truly is a man who left his children and grandchildren the best heritage there could ever be.
Dad, I want to take over what you were.