It's a couple weeks overdue because of when I thought of it.
Also, years overdue because it's a lot of things my Dad should have known by now. Then again, I didn't realize much of it myself then.
I have a hard time asking for money. I hate borrowing unless I have a strict plan to pay it back. My parents never handed out money "for the mall" or "to go eat with my friends". I earned it and I like it that way. But even when things get tight I cannot bring myself to ask them for money. In any case, that's what my Grampa has told me he's for. ;)
A couple weekends ago I came home to St. Charles solely because I was going to Wisconsin with my church's Junior High to lead 8th grade girls. I had work until 9am that morning, drove home, did laundry, packed and got on the bus for camp. We got back 2 days later and I got in the car and drove back because I worked the next morning. To me, it wasn't a big deal. Maybe it's the college spirit - being able to function well on little sleep or rest. Not sure.
Anyway, I had to fill up my car before I drove back to Springfield. It was 10pm and I would be driving until 1:30am. My Dad followed me to QT and paid to fill up my gas tank, and offered to buy me coffee and a donut! Gifts isn't even my love language but this spoke LOUD. And ya know? He just has that attitude. I just don't think he knew I'd care much for it until recently.
To him $30 for a tank of gas and $2.56 for gas station food isn't gonna stress him out about how he'll make it to the next paycheck, like it would for me. It might seem small to one person, but it meant so much to me that day. Honestly, it made my week and I was smiling about it for a while.
Can I just say I love my Dad? Well yeah cause it's my blog. ;)
The more I learn about God being Jehovah Jireh the more I realize my Dad has worked hard to be that image of Christ in our family.
There are not enough words or blog posts to thank him. And I owe him 20 years of "Thank you's".
Angela
P.S. "If I had all the Daddies [daughters] in the world lined up I'd still pick you."
(I wonder if he remembers we said that ALL the time)
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