... My father has always been in my life. He did right by marrying his baby mama (my mother), he provided for all of his children, and overall he's a good man. He was the one who taught me how to ride a bike without the training wheels, hook up a computer, fix a leaky faucet, scrape plaster, apply new plaster and paint, install light fixtures and how to get my jewelry out of the drain when they fell in. And most recently my eyes and my heart have been opened to remind me of another side of my father... the door opening, bag carrying, woman appreciating gentleman he is. This past Saturday, I spent the rainy evening watching Lifetime TV and chatting with him...
... When I think of God, my father, I get just as choked up as I do when I mention my biological. For when I sit and think about unconditional love, my needs being met... body, mind & soul, how He convicts me (my ego), encourages me, and blesses me until my cup runs over... my eyes get misty, my heart is full. He has blessed my life with incredible people... My parents, my siblings, my friends, my church fam and on down to my co-workers... My eyes can clearly see the "God" in them.
This past Sunday, I spent in worship with Him...
Both of my fathers have provided and nurtured me. Both have comforted and supported me. My relationship with The Father strengthens and rejuvenates the relationship I have with my Father and I am eternally grateful for them both... for I am a die-hard, true blue, Daddy's Girl.
