I miss my dad!

It’s going to be Valentine’s Day this weekend…

It’s the holiday for mushiness…love….romance…gooeyness….

And instead I’m thinking about how I haven’t received a text from my dad reminding me to call him and touch in with him.

We had this thing….he would send me a goofy emoji letting me know to call cause he knew I would get caught up with loving my life with my family and ministry that I would lose track of time.

It has been almost 2 months since his death. It still feels surreal. It’s not the kind of surreal that some talk about in thinking the person they have lost is going to all of a sudden appear… more the surreal that I KNOW I’m not going to hear his encouraging words and love ever again and some days it feels really really heavy.

My dad and I didn’t have a perfect relationship but it was beautiful in that I never felt judged by him. I knew I could share with him any of my flaws and he never ever scolded me or made me feel bad about them.

He cheered me on for raising a daughter to be an independent thinker and for homeschooling her.

He encouraged me when I wanted to go into business.

He soaked up all the turmoil of this last years events with me and never thought I was crazy to believe what I believed about what was going on with the shut downs, the virus, election, and more…..

He wasn’t perfect but he loved life in a way that was so big and giving. and he was truly how I learned how to never see the darkness of a situation. To always see the hope and even joy in the circumstances.

So this weekend I am going to continue to allow myself to feel all the emotions and not try to push them down. And if it means I do nothing but read or watch some Gilmore Girls…then that’s okay!

But most important is I am going to honor my feelings, my emotion, allow them to flow because that is the key to healing….that is the key to health….and that is the key to hope!!!

Have an amazingly blessed weekend!

Hugs and prayers always,

Kelly 😘

T

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  1. I lost my parents by the time I was 19. And they were the only people I really knew growing up. It was a scary rough world to enter alone with nobody.

    But I found this verse and it explained what happened:

    “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.”
    ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭27:10‬ ‭KJV‬

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      1. My parents were a bit overbearing. Well, especially my mom. My dad didn’t care what I did as long as I wasn’t getting into trouble.

        Something about them needed to be removed for me to become who I am today. Joining the army was one. My mom probably fly out the gates of Heaven to stop me from doing that. But it was something allowed to shape me.

        I appreciate you listening!

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      2. So are you currently in the Army? The military definitely has a way of shaping and molding a person. I was in the Navy.

        I love how you are able to recognize what you needed. And as for parents and their flaws…..I think sometimes we as a society think that if we speak against our parents or voice something we didn’t like that we are being disrespectful……instead I believe we can acknowledge their flaws….the things that didn’t help us but still love them. And it sounds like you did exactly that. That’s awesome!

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      3. Ahh!! A squid 😁😝

        Yes ma’am.

        I feel comfortable sharing a little of my testimony with you. If you care to hear a little lengthy story.

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      4. Thank you for following too! I really appreciate that! I usually sit back and see just how involved people will be with my blog before following them. I’m not rude I just like reciprocation. But I can’t find a way to follow you!

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