He's not the one who causes the church splits.
He picks up the pieces that people, in their passion, leave behind.
He's not the one who would invent the light bulb.
He's the one that would work every day to manufacture them.
He's not the one to preach the sermon.
He's the one to organize the service and set up the chairs.
He's the faithful, steady, thoughtful, caring father that I grew to love. I came to the place of looking at what he and my mom had and determining that I wanted to marry someone like him. My dad protected me and made sure that the man I married loved the Lord.
He's the one that always calls my mom "beautiful."
He's the one that knows that she will melt when acts of service are done for her. He is not above doing the dishes, ironing some clothes, washing the cars, and finding what needs doing.
He's the one that goes to a job every day that doesn't fit his personality, where doing the honest thing puts him in a lower position, and where I know he would gladly leave . . . but he considers someone other than himself in the matter.
Thanks for being the kind of dad that I can honestly call my hero.
Happy Birthday . . . I love you.
2 comments:
You describe Dad to a tee! Thank you for reminding what a very wonderful husband and father he is! God has greatly blessed me and all three of you children with the greatest man in the world!
To my Favorite Daughter-
"The Road of Blessings" is a two way Street. The one who blesses also gets double the blessings for the thoughtful acts of love.
I Love you!
Dad
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