Faith Story: “You Never Know the Day nor the Hour”

Keep awake therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour. (Matthew 25:13)

photo from Richardson-Curry family

By Wanda Richardson-Curry

March 18, 2021 - Eleven years ago today, my heart was broken when earth’s loss became heaven’s gain and my Daddy took his final breath. I was totally blindsided by his sudden departure as he was actually supposed to be coming to my house later that day for a cookout. So to get a call to come to the care home as quickly as we could, really confused me?

After racing across town and arriving to find paramedics working on him, I was angry and couldn’t understand why God would put me through such an ordeal. The youngest of 3 children and the Baby Girl, why me? It took many years for me to realize what a Blessing it had been to be right by his side when he transitioned into glory, singing to him, and thanking him through my tears for the countless sacrifices he made throughout his life for my siblings, our mother, and me.

It was shortly thereafter that I came to the realization that sometimes in life we have to lose something, in order to find something, sadly it took for me to lose my Earthly Father in order for me to find my Heavenly Father.

Daddy I just wish you were still here, to witness how God is working in our lives, although I am certainly still a work in progress. I love you Daddy and I miss you so much. I wish you were here to see all of your grandchildren and great grandchildren and the legacy you have left behind. I hope you’re looking down realizing that I was actually listening even when you thought I wasn’t, and that I’m trying my best to apply the things you taught me.

Please treasure your loved ones as you never know the day nor the hour, when God will come and take one of His chosen ones home.

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