Ten Reasons My Daddy is the Best

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My daddy and I have a great relationship.  He is the strong, quiet type, but you know he means business too. Here are ten reasons why my daddy is the best.

1.  He is a Godly daddy.

2.  He practices what he preaches.

3.  He always keeps his word.

4.  He loves his kids and grandkids unconditionally.

5.  He loves my momma.

6.  He is so wise.

7.  He overcomes many obstacles to give us everything he can.

8.  He is a hard worker.

9.  He taught me self-discipline and determination.  My daddy made me believe in myself.

10.  He is my daddy!

I love YOU very much!  Happy Father’s Day.

His Eyes

There are moments when you just need to write, to get it out of your system to get the thoughts out of your mind.  This moment is one of those times.  For the past several months we’ve been noticing my 8 month old son’s right eye looks off to the right at times when he’s trying to focus. My doctor even commented at his last visit back in December and told me to keep an eye on it and alert him if I noticed it doing it frequently.

So, I watched, and it is true he does it often.  The doctor’s first thought was “lazy eye”, my husband has one so that’s probably a pretty safe bet, but that’s not the only possibility.

This may not seem like a huge deal, however, some of you know that my daddy is legally blind.  Today, as I was working in the living room re-organizing a book shelf I had Brady in his high chair eating some snacks.  He was fine.  However I was close by.  I squatted down to reach the books on the lower shelf and he cried out, it was a horrible scream.  I looked up and at him, and at that moment I saw my daddy in his eyes.  He looked so much like my daddy has many times in my life, the look was “where are you?”  Even as a little girl I can remember that look in my daddy’s eyes.  The look says, “I can’t see you and I need you”.  My daddy looked that way even when I was a little girl and he was trying to locate me in a dark room or in the yard when I had ventured too far away.  My daddy cannot see far away at all, he can see extremely close up, he can see an outline or shadow of things at a certain distance.  He has been this way since birth, my grandparents discovered it when he was about Brady’s age, he wore glasses at Brady’s age and throughout adulthood, he got contacts at some point and has worn them my entire life.  Even with their aid he only sees as much as I explained.

As we have been told this runs in his family and is in daughter’s sons,  meaning that it falls specifically on Brady’s generation, in that he is a daughter’s son.

The night before Brady was born I was being induced at the hospital so I spent that night there, anxious to have a baby I couldn’t sleep, instead i read my bible and prayed.  I also wrote in my prayer journal.  The Lord was speaking to me and was telling me this child would be special.  I wasn’t sure what that meant.  Many of you know that I did NOT plan for this child.  Though he is a blessing, and I believe now more than ever this may be the thing that God was trying to tell me about then.

I do not believe that this would be ALL bad.  My dad is one of the most determined people I know, even with his handicap he is an amazing person and lives a very full life, that being said my momma does ALOT for my daddy.  He does not drive, cannot see to do a number of things we take for granted and relies on her fully for those things.  His sight has only worsened with age.  Without my mom I don’t know how my daddy would be able to do so much.  So, if Brady were to have the same thing my daddy has he will need someone in his life throughout his life to do the same for him.

Either way, I know God will provide Brady’s needs.  Even still it is my responsibility as his momma to pray.

A Father’s Blessing

A couple of days ago, as I was getting ready for my day a friend of mine said a prayer that I would be blessed that day.   I know I receive blessings everyday, but this day the blessing would turn out to be a little different.  You see, I have been struggling recently with alot of anxiety over financial worries as well as medical issues with my children.  All of it was just sort of closing in on me.  I’d been in a real funk and was desperate to get out of it. I wanted and still do want my money issues fixed but at the point I was 2 days ago I was just about willing to do anything I could to fix them. You see that’s how I am, I”m a fixer. I want things to go smoothly so I try to fix “everything” and as many of you know in life not everything is fixable at least not overnight.

So, at this point I was ready to go out and get a job, outside of the home, not because I wanted to, but because I was feeling like that was my only option.  No, it was definitely not what I wanted.  I after all love being home with my children and I after all am passionate about my “job”  of writing, speaking and ministering, but felt it just wasn’t paying the bills like I wanted it to.

One of the most difficult parts of working from home is that my family (meaning my parents) has never seemed to really “get” what it is that I do. And because I have not chosen to follow the career path I had talked about going down in high school and back when I was living under their roof, I felt my parents were disappointed in me.

Well, this thought changed a couple days ago, when after my friend prayed I’d receive a blessing.  I did.  I was having a conversation with my daddy about my situation.  You see it was not until earlier this week that I admitted to myself, my husband and my mom and dad that I was having anxiety issues (this is not new to me I’ve had them before and will again).  So, he and I were discussing what I could do and I mentioned the idea of the “job”. He answered by telling me that I already had a job.   I was a writer, I was good at what I did. He actually told me I was talented, I had potential and that I could do whatever  I wanted with it.  He knows that I want to write and publish a book, I also shared with him about my ebooks, and other ideas I had.  He agreed they were all good ideas, and then said, “So what are you waiting for? What’s holding you back?”  I admitted that time and the distraction of my children being under foot 24/7 was one big issue. (They are precious and I love them but they make it hard to concentrate.)  We resolved it by deciding to let my mother in law watch them at couple of days a week so I could work uninterrupted and focus.

Then, he said, “what else?”  I then admitted that “fear” was my only other stumbling block.  He then asked me, “Haven’t you stepped out on faith before?”  To which I responded, “well of course”.  So he told me, “Close your eyes and step.”

Honestly, to me those were the perfect words, just what I needed to hear.  Months worth of worries seemed to fade, as well as over 2 years worth (that’s how long I”ve been working from home) of wondering if he understood and was proud of me faded.  It was as if he had just giving me “his blessing.”  And now, I’m ready to take that step I need to take.

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