To the Fathers

Happy Father’s Day to any and every man who loves as Jesus loved, sacrificially, manly, strong, humbly, faithfully, gently. To every man like that who cares for his or other’s children, you are amazing and I love you for it! Props and love to all you men who are real men and love and provide for and protect children. That is what God intended and it super sexy when you obey Him in it. So very cool! Keep up the magnificent work! Happy, blessed Father’s Day!!❤❤

P.S. Miss you so very much, Daddy!❤❤❤❤

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Encouragement at the Library

I am sitting here at the library in the kids section as my kids enjoy the books and computers and had set out to read a book, a luxury I hope someday to engage regularly, now being time-confined to thr Bible and a devotion here and there. However, I had to n put my book aside for a moment and let you know that I was just encouraged here at the library.

A man and a little boy passed me by, the daddy probably in mid thirties and the son around 2 1/2. The boy went to sit in a computer chair but the dad wanted to read to the son. Rather than reprimand, the good, wise dad made a game of it and walked around the corner and peeked around and whispered to the boy to find him. The boy got up immediately and went after him. That encouraged me. He kept it a positive experience and then read to him. This encouraged me that a man can be a good dad, be wise, lead his son, etc. I have to say I have seen a fair share of girly men of late, not caring or wanting to lead, feminite, lazy, selfish. I believe society’s evil has a goal along those ends. But when I see a manly man lead his son with wisdom and love, I am encouraged and impressed and have a hope that not everyone is playing along with the evil schemes of the devil and bad people. For men are designed to lead. Sure women can lead also, but the crux of the matter is that men are designed for work and leadership in their homes and with their kids. And when I see it, I am encouraged. Great job, good daddy!

Now back to my book… Unbroken by Lauren Hillenbrand.❤

Many Hats Powered by One God

I wear many hats.

I am Christian, wife, mother, friend, grandmother, teacher, Sunday School teacher, church pianist, caretaker times three, band member/co-leader, neighbor, singer/songwriter doctor, PE coach, cleaner, dog owner, babysitter, driver, blogger, author/writer, encourager, promoter, prayer warrior.

Those are a lot of hats. I was exhausted writing those down.

How do I do it all and stay sane (most of the time)?

One Person gives me strength every single day, every moment of the day, loving me through every step…. God.

God is my Heavenly Father and in our loving relationship as Father and adopted daughter, He cares for me. God is not a construct and terrifying judge (although He will judge people who reject Jesus Christ as Messiah and Lord of their life). God is Father through the redemptive work of Jesus Christ and the work of the Holy Spirit. As Father He can lavish love and power on us. As Father, He gives me new energy and strength every single moment. He is such a good Father.

And that is my big secret. Many hats, one God. ❤❤❤

Remembering Lessons from Daddy

Today was my Daddy’s birthday. I have been thinking of him a lot. I miss him. More than that, I wish my kids could have known him better. But I assembled a list of key facts and morality codes he lived by that will benefit them and anyone seeking wisdom.

1. Daddy always told the truth. He did not lie and detested lies. Yes, you have to face the consequences if you did something wrong but the consequences for lying are a slow death inside and misery along the way so far worse. Truth is always the right answer.

2. Daddy loved God, family and country in that order. No exceptions. Daddy would fight to the death for any of those and in that order. He was a junior high Sunday school teacher and church song leader, a faithful husband, great provider, loving father, and former Marine and lifelong farmer. This was proof, which you always provide when you believe in something.

4. Daddy was very generous and secretive about it. He loved anonymous gift giving and was quite sneaky about it. He saw more rewards for helping without notoriety or reward, knowing then that God gives greater eternal rewards in heaven. Pretty smart cookie.

5. Daddy saw black and white and had no time or patience for gray. It was right or wrong. Dismiss the wrong and live the right. No in betweens, no compromising the right ever.

6. Daddy loved nature. He tended his fields with a passion for their Maker and appreciated, knew and coaxed the soil and plants to perfection. He was an amazing farmer and loved nature.

7. Daddy sang like an angel. He was big and strong, had taught boxing in the service, ran and repaired heavy equipment, farmed, was tough as nails but always sang like an angel for Jesus. You use the gifts you were given. You just do.

8. Daddy put everyone first. God was first and foremost but everyone followed after. He never saw a stranger, picked up hitchhikers, helped countless people move, took great care of us and all our family members, helped out friends with car repairs, even after a double shift. If he could do it, he knew he should.

9. Daddy loved me unconditionally. He was the only one other than God. Yes, sometimes he disagreed with my choices, but he alway was there loving me, there for me, eager to provide for me, had my back. Always. My rock. My secure person.

10. Daddy was faithful to my mom. He is the only man I know of who has been. No porn, no cheating, turned off raunchy shows or even commercials, looked away at trashy dressed women, never even side glanced. He was faithful to her, even when she weighed over 300 pounds. Didn’t matter, that was his sweat heart and he loved her. Proved it.

So, I hope everyone sees the example of my daddy as one to follow as a human. Of course Jesus is a greater example, but daddy pretty good too. I am proud and honored to have been his daughter.

Happy birthday in heaven, daddy! I sure do love and miss you.❤❤

Happy Father’s Day!

To every man who cares for his child/children, and loves them and provides for them day in and day out, working for their benefit, sacrificing what he wants for the needs of his family, and leading the family in Godliness, I salute you. You thus have the rare moral character and courage that our country was founded upon and made from since. Thank you from every bone of my body. May your father’s day and every day be blessed by God. Keep doing what you are doing. You have my respect and matter so very much!!❤

Father’s Day

There is apparently a movement to minimize Father’s Day by “feminists” and I object. You see, what these hurt little misguided girls don’t realize is that we cannot have healthy babies without our husbands. In fact, our husbands are security in a world where other idiotic, selfish men can’t control their hormones or urges. Our husbands and thus babies’ fathers also work to pay our bills and provide for us so we can be weak when we are weak and strongly support everyone when we are strong. Fathers are invaluable to our children, adoring and protecting our daughters and teaching our sons how to be fathers. They are invaluable. And even when they do it badly in our eyes, they are there and thus are a rock for the family to cling to. And yes, some father’s completely blow it and take off and they devastate but those who stay are worth their weight in gold. My daddy (rest in heaven peacefully, daddy) was my rock and support with unconditional love for me all my life, and my husband is that for me and my children now. So feminists, shut your ignorant, divisive wounded mouths and I say proudly and loudly, “Happy Father’s Day!” Thank you, fathers, for all you do! You have my respect and appreciation.❤

Well Over a Year Apart

I still miss my Daddy. Don’t get me wrong, I am celebrating that he is whole and happy and in charge of the choir or farming in heaven or something he loves. I know he is happy and carefree now and full of life and basking in the rewards he accumulated doing great things on this earth. No doubt in my mind at all. But in this shell, I still miss him. I am depressed no more, God healed me of that, but I still get very quiet now and again. He always had my back. He was one of a very few. He loved me unconditionally. I was his little girl and still am. So, I have taken on his oxe-like strength and greater humbleness and asked God to retain these reminders of him and it has been granted. I also sing better now and I think that was also a gift passed down, a blessing. I remember his eyes dancing every time I walked in the room and his enormous smile. God is my Daddy now and I am content most days and only when I am weak is it not enough. That is dumb though, because God loves me perfectly. I guess that imperfect love that is real is ok to miss sometimes too, though. It is ok. I am ok with still missing him. But I know I will see him, probably sooner than later, the way the world is pushing things along. I am ready. Be ready too.❤