Hey friends, I didn’t get a chance to write anything yesterday, but here I am back today. We’ve been to church, came home for a chicken salad sandwich, now it’s just me and my computer and the Hallmark channel till time for small group at 5 where we are starting the “Breaking Free” series.
Let’s quickly get through the ugly, sad and bad B words cause I can hardly wait to get to the good ones. Well, let’s see, I guess the worst one I can think of is Devil. It’s hard for me to picture the Devil or to wrap my head around the concept of an eternity in Hell. Let’s hope or should I say pray that it stays that obscure to me.
Next, Demons come to mind. Those are hard for me to picture, too. But that’s because they can come in so many different forms. We all have some at least some of the time. Some people have far more than others, so many that they are consumed by them. Thinking of the Demons that some people face everyday makes me want to cry.
My last yucky D word is nowhere nearly as bad as the previous two, but I think everyone will agree that it is a yucky word…. Diahrrea! Enough said!
A very happy D word I can think of are keeping my feet warm right now. D is for Dogs. I love my Dogs. Right now, I have two. I rescued them nearly three years ago from the Lexington Humane Society. They are sisters and had been abused. They are half Lab and half Shar-Pei. Maggie looks more like a Lab, and Mollie looks more like Shar-Pei. The first time I took them to the vet, she examined Maggie first, knowing that they were sisters. When she came to Mollie, she said, “I have to ask this, does her nose always look like this?”
“Yes,” I answered, petting Mollie’s short and stubby snout.
“Oh, good,” the vet replied. “If I didn’t know better, I would just think she was a full stock Lab with a bee sting on her nose!” That pretty well describes her!
My next D word is Donuts! Ummmm, need I say more?
And my final and favorite D word is Daddy. All of us true southern girls say “Daddy” not Father, not Papa, not Pop, but Daddy. My Daddy has been gone for almost twenty years, and I still miss him. He was a strict father when I was growing up in the fifties and sixties, which didn’t always endear him to me back in those days. But I know everything he did, every decision he made was out of pure love. And he was my Hero. I thought he could do anything. I thought he was the wisest man I ever knew. So many times after he died, I wanted to be able to call him up and get his advice.
For those of you who still have a Daddy, please know just how fortunate you are.
I love you, Daddy.