To My Father.

I realized today at church that I have two fathers. I found myself thanking my heavenly Father for my father. It almost brought tears to my eyes wondering how I was so blessed to have them both in my life. We are all blessed with the heavenly Father and you can choose to love him or not. I like thinking of myself as a late bloomer in realizing I could rely on Him, Him being God.

My earthly father, was a special man. No he wasn't the friend kind of dad. He was a strong, and yet a small man. He was faith driven. He worked so very hard and never held it above us with words like "you don't know how hard I work for you" he was humble. He was proud and yet kind. Maybe the word humble reflects him the most.

In return for his quiet being, I respected him. He didn't have to shout or use fowl words to be strong. We knew he was fair, even when we didn't like what he said. In return we treated him with respect. I loved my dad more than I knew but in my heart I know he knew that.

God Bless those who travel through my little blog.

Carol