During our trips out and about, I have seen so many little
churches. Each time I see one, it stirs
this longing in my heart to go to church with my Dad. I am praying that one day God will make that
dream a reality. In the mean time, tears
form in my eyes when I pass by these little churches. My husband grew up in little churches so he
would fit right in there. The church I
was baptized in was a small Baptist church.
The place I really started growing was in a larger Pentecostal church,
though. I started attending when I was
16. Mom and I later joined the church
and we’ve called it home ever since. I
love my church, but my heart still longs for the day when I can sit in church
with my family and see my dad sitting next to us.
I am so thankful for the changes that God has made in me and
to me during this journey. I am so
thankful that I have my Dad to talk to now.
It has only been a month, but it seems like he’s always been there. For that I am so thankful. I look forward to seeing where the years take
us. I love him with all my heart and I
pray that I can tell him that one day.
My birthday is a week from tomorrow. When I get back I am going to call Dad to see
if he has time to get together the weekend after. We still have to celebrate Father’s Day. It will be so nice to know that this year I
can celebrate my birthday with my Dad.
God has given me one of the greatest birthday gifts ever. Hopefully that will combat the sadness that
my birthday holds for the other anniversaries it marks.
Blessings,
Weight Loss Mama
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