That Tingling Feeling When God Makes Everything New
One of my clearest memories of my dad was when I was a child of seven, and I was in the hospital for pneumonia. It was his evening to visit me, as my mother was staying at home with my sister. I waited in my hospital bed, looking out the window to the street below, waiting for him to stroll up the street.
Daddy never showed up. Ten minutes after visiting hours were over he sheepishly staggered in. A frowning nurse allowed him five minutes with me. I smelled the beer on his breath as he leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. How rarely he kissed me, and in spite of the beer-stained breath, the kiss filled that cold emptiness that bunched up in my chest as I’d waited for him. When he left me minutes later, even as a kid of seven I knew my dad spent the time he should have been visiting me, down at the pub. I also knew he was on his way back to the pub for another drink.
For years I wished I had a different father. Daddy’s drinking robbed me of my childhood. Thank God the heavenly Father didn’t leave me in that despair. In my teens, I learned how much the Lord loved me and He became my dad. Bitterness over my lost childhood could have tainted me, and for some years it did. Even though I was a follower of Christ it took decades for the Lord to teach me what the love of a father was really all about.
It’s because I’ve seen the power of God changing my life and that of my family that I want to tell everyone that you don’t have to remain in the broken despair of an unhappy childhood.
A dark childhood can be changed into a bright and beautiful life.
Because of that, I believe in happy endings for all my books. Because I’ve seen happy endings in my own life through the promises of Jesus Christ, that tingling feeling when God makes everything thing new.
Christine Lindsay is the author of multi-award-winning historical novels as well as a busy speaker. Born in Ireland, Christine is proud of the fact that she was once patted on the head by Prince Philip when she was a baby. Her great grandfather, and her grandfather—yes father and son—were both riveters on the building of the Titanic. Tongue in cheek, Christine states that as a family they accept no responsibility for the sinking of that great ship. Christine makes her home in British Columbia, on the west coast of Canada with her husband, their grown up family, and grandchildren.
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