Often I am baffled that God has given me such a wonderful Father. There are not words that I can come up with that will adequately express how much he means to me… and frankly, I think if I tried, I would end up frustrated.
Sometimes I find myself laugh-crying all the time because of things he has said… And sometimes I find myself pondering deeply the things that he has told me.
Knowing that I’ve got a Pop who loves his family and who adores Jesus is such a blessing to me.
[Yes, this was sappy cheesy, but I think I’m allowed to be sappy cheesy every once in a while.]
I love my writing class. Have I ever mentioned that? If not, shame on me.
Here’s what I am writing right now. It is kind of a spin off of C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters.
I am overjoyed to hear about your first assignment. This will be a season in which to learn strategy and observe the behaviors of the things ‘made in the image of God.’ This is the first and most critical of all the council with which I will present you: do not, in any way, create disarray of your current situation. The first patient is always a learning experience. You will, numerous times, experience great blunders and suffer greatly for them. So long as you are completely aware of this and you are ready to take responsibility for your stupidity, I am fairly certain you will come out nearly unscathed. Your initial assignment is one that holds great possibilities. The sons and daughters of those in ministry have abounding amounts of potential, though one miniscule indiscretion on your part and they could be eternally rooted to the path of our foe.
Let us take a minute to discuss the prospects of the circumstance in which you presently find yourself. The human to whom you have been assigned is the daughter of two ministering people. She can easily be persuaded that her parents’ ministry is strictly that of her parents. They have been given a ‘calling’ that does not pertain to her in any way and it is everything she can do to reside in their house for the next few years. However, when the opportune moment presents itself, she will be precipitously hastening, suitcases in check, for the front door of her parents’ home.
These are only the first two paragraphs. I have more, I just don’t want to share them yet.
I have a friend. (big surprise, huh?) She is a lovely soul. We’ll call her Florence, because that’s a pretty name. Last night, she and I had a magical time… It involved tire swings, country girl boots, and skipping through a field holding hands in the dark… You all just wish you could bring such magicalities into being. As always, there was photo documentation, tho’ not as much as there usually is… We were too busy having fun and laughing till our bellies hurt.