|Dad with his mom|
I want to put into words what a "father" looks like, to me. To do that I have to tell you a little bit about my dad. He was raised in Ohio by my hardworking grandparents. They owned a night club and their home was just a short walk away from there. For that reason, my grandparents enrolled him in military school, from kindergarten through high school graduation. They didn't want him to be around the atmosphere of the club and they worked until the wee hours of the morning, went home for a couple hours rest and were right back at work again. So they sent him to Linsley Military Academy to live.
|Dad with his dad|
|My parents wedding|
|Me with my dad|
|Me on the left with my sisters & brother|
Because Dad was raised at a military institute, he tended to have a home that was run very tight and disciplined. I remember a couple of his rules very well. 1. "If I say jump you ask how high" and 2. "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all!" Oh, and I remember that he always said, "No one ever said life was fair." After he came to know the Lord and became a Christian, whenever we would disobey, he would look up a Scripture that applied to what we had done. He would explain why we were "in trouble" and then we would get our spanking. He would then sit us on his lap, pray with us and tell us that he loved us...and it was done, in the past and not dwelled upon.
|From his lap!|
To me, a father is direction and guidance, love and wisdom with lots of laughs. He makes sure that I feel safe and secure, that I can always go to him and he will never turn me away. I love my dad more than I can put into words and I hope he knows that his Godly influence in my life has helped to mold me into the person who I am today!
I love you, Dad! Happy Father's Day!
From His lap & his lap,