Today is Father’s Day.
Usually a day that I spend in bitterness and self pity. For the first time in probably, well, ever, I’m totally thankful for what I have rather than focusing on what I missed. I’ve been realizing lately how much God has restored to me or blessed me with that totally makes up for what I might have lacked in the past. And it has turned out to be a very busy celebration for me, and I said Happy Father’s Day!!!! to all of the following with unaffected gusto and sincere love:
Papaw has been coming to church for the past several weeks and today was no exception. After the praise and worship, I took him to breakfast.
I texted a very dear friend who has played somewhat of a strange father/uncle role in my life for the past year and whose guidance I now find a completely vital part of my life (even though I often ignore it).
Although I hug almost everyone, I don’t have a hugging relationship with the band leader at church. No idea why, it just never happened. I think it’s because he’s too hyper. Anyway, we have joked for the past couple of years that I’m his stepdaughter because I get slightly adopted when we go on choir trips. So I gave him a giant squeeze today when he least expected it.
I called my uncle who has been around though my entire life, stood by me through everything, and showed me no less love than he bestowed on his own daughters.
I took my stepdad to the movies today. Just us. Might seem small to some, but that’s his favorite thing to do and we don’t get out to do stuff alone very often. We had a blast.
But most importantly, I totally rocked out at church this morning and praised harder than I have in months to let my ultimate Father know how much I truly treasure Him.
I. love. my. fathers.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the awesome dads out there who truly love people- even those that aren’t their own children.
Also, an extremely happy birthday to my beautiful state of West Virginia. Yes, it is a state of its own and has been for 147 years. It’s my beloved home. We have country people, DELICIOUS food (Jamie Oliver sucks!), a really cool bridge, beautiful sights, poor towns, curvy roads, snowy peaks, couch burning Satanists, legal snake handling, coal, too many rednecked Democrats, knights and ladies, bad cell service due to mountains, close families and bad grammar. We endure the bad because there’s so much good and know that even though we get horrible media portrayal, we’re diamonds amidst all that coal dust (which keeps your lights on).
Thanks, WV, for treating me well. I’m proud to be a part of you, even though I’m hopping the state line for law school! Couldn’t make myself go to Morganhole. Sry. Wubs?
