When I was about twelve years old, we moved.
Nothing fancy, just another flat in the same city. What was exciting about this place, though, was the fact that I wouldn’t be sharing a room- For the first time in my life.
Yeah, I was pretty stoked.
I loved my room.
Until my brother got a loft bed in his room. Yeahhh, let’s just say jealousy really is a thing- Especially amongst siblings.
I like to think that I hide my emotions and thoughts well, but uh, apparently I don’t (though honestly- Who can really hide anything from their parents?)
In under a month, my father had built me a loft bed out of an old bunk bed.
My dad’s pretty great.
Not a lot of guys will hold a shaking little girl late at night who’s scared of the bullfrog from a Hermie and Friends episode. Not everyone thinks to grab those extra free business cards at stores to bring home to their kids. Not a lot of guys randomly bring home gifts from Walmart “just because”.
He’s the man who fills up the car, even if I completely forgot to tell him it was on E, and he can only hope it doesn’t run out on the way to the station.
He’s the man who will give me a hug in the car in the middle of the night when I’m crying my eyes out without giving me any of the much-deserved judgement.
He’s the one I know I can rely on if I was two states away with a flat tire (even though he’d probably be internally facepalming that I’d forgotten how to change a flat.)
All this to say- My dad is pretty great.
That’s not to say he’s perfect though, and he’d be ready to admit it (humility- Another good trait.)
He makes mistakes, just like everyone else. He gets angry. He did and does things he regrets.
But he’s working on it. Of course, being mortal, I generally don’t see the changes- I only see the faults.
But if I look at things more objectively, I realise how he’s getting better at things he used to struggle with. And I start to realise that he does certain things because he loves me- No matter how annoyed with those things I might be.
I don’t wanna have to text every thirty minutes while I’m out with my friends. But my parents make me do it because they care about me and want me to be safe.
So I do it.
(with a hopefully good attitude)
My dad is servant hearted- Pretty sure that’s his spiritual gift, but honestly he’s so talented it’s hard to pin down just one.
This means he tends to show his love in service, which is uh not my love language really. And it took me so many years to realise this. I regret that it took me so long, but I’m glad I realise it now.
Sometimes I just sit around and think (shocker, right?)
My dad’s pretty great.
What if there was someone exactly like my dad, but minus any form of human flaw, and plus a lot of supernatural things like knowing everything there is to know ever.
Yeah, that’d be pretty cool.
And fun fact-
He is everyone’s father.
I have a physical father here on earth who’s pretty amazing. But my Father in Heaven is straight up awesome. You should get to know Him sometime.
John 3:16 + Matthew 20:28 + 1 Corinthians 8:5 + Psalm 68:5