Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day, dear Dad.

I love you and am so thankful for you. You have always been there for me, encouraged me, protected me, guided me, and loved me. You taught me to pitch and to swing a bat, to play Risk and Canasta, to love books and science fiction, to hate UGA and the Mets, and to love fried chicken and computers. You have modeled so many good qualities for me, such as courage, humility, kindness, promptness, gentleness, patience, and loyalty. But above all, you raised me to know what it means to truly be a child of God. I am so blessed to be able to say that you have taught me about the Lord my entire life, I can’t remember a time when you did not teach me the faith. Some of my earliest memories are of us sitting at the kitchen table and you reading to me from the Bible and explaining it to me. That and homeschooling me were the best gifts you could have given me, and I appreciate them more and more every day. I am so glad God made you my earthly father.

Thank you for being my daddy. I love you.

“And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.” Deuteronomy 6:6-7

Discombobulation and a Realization

“I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.” ― A.A. Milne

Sometimes, you have an entire day that feels like a really weird dream…

I started the day off by burning a hole in my dress as I rushed to get it ironed. Before Sunday School, I called Clark by his brother’s name. During Sunday School, I forgot Micah’s name and kept calling him Nathan. During children’s church, a new kid completely lost it and instead of being able to get the fellowship hall ready for training, I spent 10 minutes begging the kid to either tell me her name (so I could get her parents) or to at least calm down and eat some goldfish. Then I lost my VBS notes right before I was supposed to speak at VBS training. Lunch was so discombobulated I never got to finish eating. Later that afternoon, I was so out of it I slowed down intending to stop at a traffic light. That was bad cuz the light was green (yeah, the person behind me got a little bent out of shape). Read More