Daddy

"God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help him." Hebrews 6:10

As I read this verse, tears filled my eyes because though I had not forgotten, I needed a reminder of God's promise. This verse is so fitting for my dad. As he searches for possible jobs he does not grow hopeless or lose faith. He may grow weary at times, but he trusts that God is right by his side, opening and closing doors to a world of possibilities. This verse reminded me that my dad will not be forgotten, and that nothing he has here on earth will compare to the treasures he will have in Heaven.

My dad has put so much effort into his work for 20-something years. As his daughter I could not tell you what the heck any of his drawings mean or explain how they came about, but I can tell you about what a hard worker my dad is. Growing up my dad often put in WAY more than the 40 hours a week most jobs require, and yet he still managed to be a dedicated father to four children, be a caring husband, build a close relationship with Christ, and serve in our church. When my oldest brother showed an interest in learning to play the guitar, my dad tried to learn how to play too- he wanted to share a hobby with my brother. He often played tackle football, T-ball, and basketball in our driveway with my brothers, and he was quick to play dolls with me. He built us a one-of-a-kind swing set where we would play pirate ship, house, and construction site for hours, and many nights he would crank up the radio and dance with us just for fun. Every night before bed my dad would come to tuck me in and say a prayer with me. At the age of six, my daddy helped me to pray and receive Christ as my own. My dad has a strong faith that I admire, and his humility and wisdom make me want to be just like him someday. Who wouldn't want the wisdom and knowledge that my dad has to offer? He has instilled in us strong values and always asks thought-provoking questions to challenge our growth as believers. He is the kindest man who cares for everyone and would not hurt a fly. This year since I am living in a dorm, my dad picks me up before church and goes with me to serve in the nursery. Watching him with the wobbly walking toddlers is so sweet. He rocks the ones who cry, and snuggles those who are shy. He strokes their cheeks and shows them just how much they are loved. He is so compassionate and gentle. My dad is the perfect example of Christ's love. He is slow to anger and quick to forgive. He is selfless and never puts his own needs first because his family's needs are more important. My dad's worn Bible with markings in all of the margins show his thirst for an intimate relationship with God. On holidays my dad will often bring his Bible to the table with him and after we eat our meal he spends time reading passages to us and teaching us a little about what he has been learning. I am so blessed to have him as my daddy, and I am thankful to have a Christ-like father figure. My daddy is so encouraging, and I hope to someday marry a man just as great as him. He is my hero.

I love you, daddy.